Met A Four.
I will always be the only man to fully understand your beauty and appreciate the complexity of your mind. I can't say much about our love because it never really existed in the physical form. We romanced in between the lines of paper and used black ink to enhance the unspoken metaphors. Our imagery became a graceful bird that came to life when the pages of our notebook were flipped. The day the last page became exhausted, our magical book flew away towards the undiscovered South. Our literature found the sacred warmth and the pages were shared with other birds who flocked with a different feather. Inevitably, the immense world heard our elegant stories through romantic chirps like a herd of rushing elephants. The world will never believe, much less get to see, the Adam and Eve that saw life within our powerful poetry. I will always be the only man to fully understand your beauty and appreciate the complexity of your mind. My love for you was hidden within origami, bent with no creases and crafted like ivory chess pieces. Our words were the pawns that protected us from an imminent defeat square by square and you were never scared to sacrifice yourself to keep our bird alive.