Day 72 Ruminating And Writing

Serenade

His heart was bursting open. Every time he saw her in the village, he wanted to sing to her how lovely she was. Her red lips, her hair, her eyes, her dark complexion made him want to serenade her beauty to the world.

Even now, he followed her with his gaze. He was sure that she barely knew of his existence. The mere thought made his heart ache. He needed to possess her. He needed her. Nothing made sense without her.

He gathered his courage and followed her down the village step...