Journey is more beautiful than destination.

I still remember 

The fragrance of that evening 

When the moon smiled with me,

my brain denied 

But my heart convinced him 

To go on the knee.
Then she picked me up 

And hugged me tight 

In front of everyone 

Without any worries 

Her heart touched mine 

And asked for a place in my book 

Without any queries 

Because she and I knew 

In the end 

We’ll all be just stories.

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