“I’ve a stronger vocab, still you’re a better writer!”
He smiled,”Darling! Number of matchboxes doesn’t describe the size of your fire.”
Her face glittered. She found her source within him.
He was not finesse, love was his only language. long ago, he found his source, and his fire was smoking with words and poetry because of her. He was fast enough to recognize the vibrations which possessed the greatest strength of ignition.
That day she too realised.
50 year olds recollect their memories. Their YOUTH had ANIMOSITY!
sgsilhouette 
Sweet writing. Keep on 😉
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Thank you.
Ya, surely I’ll write. Stay connected for more sweetness.
🙂
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