With little to his name or less even for time to call his own. Still the heart hold's fast to the dreams of old. With a pressed siute and a single red rose he stands at her front door wating to see her face. Meet her parents for the first time and pray that even if he dosent get thier blessing he wount get cursed for his actions.
For in his right pcket is a ring. Dimond crusted and werthy for a queen. He hopes to give it to her and ask her to be his.
 morti_cacciatore · Mon Jun 04, 2007 @ 03:13am · 2 Comments |
