All is fair in love and war.
The moment happened and I locked eyes with her across the room. Her glistening hair soaked up the sun. Maybe this time I would be unlucky in cards, and lucky in love. Usually to me love is blind. But she was hotter then hell. She had me under a spell. She was the apple to my eye; she could charm the birds out of trees. Her natural beauty took my breath away. Those plump pink lips were as juicy as a watermelon. Her bright brown eyes caught mine. This is love I thought. One day I feel like we could get married. I hope she doesn’t get cold feet.
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