Fortune Teller

From New York City and to New South Wales, between yesterday’s sun’s pleasing slumber, tonight’s platinum, shining crescent moon, and tomorrow’s new curious wonder...

Many stories are told, but one prevails like the echo of some booming thunder. She’s spinning and smiling to her own tune, soaking in all of life’s wondrous splendor.

This ballad has a rhythmic entwining; two dulcet souls, entranced in fantasy. Weaving their moment in tapestry, exploring amidst an emerald sea.

Scarcer than pale pearls or scarlet rubies, her vibrant heart was enveloped in dreams. Then in waltzed some apt teller of fortunes, weathered and rugged from his life’s extremes.

Lost in the true trance of her hazel eyes, transfixed as her crimson curls bounced around, his words were all there, yet jumbled they seemed, stuttering slightly, he stared at the ground.

Forgive me if this is far too forward, you’ve quickly perfected my puzzled view... I’ve returned here often to ponder, to give these passionate thoughts more review.

What might it be if I were to declare, these thoughtful words here, quite long overdue? Carpe diem or so the saying goes, see, you’re the one I wanted to pursue.

Dear sweet princess you are one of a kind; few things exist of which I’m so certain. Honor me with your presence, sweet dancer, spare a moment prior to your curtain.

In this prismatic, waterfall of life, I’m grateful for your patience with my soul. As sunlight spreads across the horizon, I already fear I’m losing control.

Previously the words were all buried, but I’d like to unlock your mysteries. Grant me the grand delight unraveling your past, present and future histories.

As intense as the waves in the ocean, and as gentle as the wind in your hair, this teller of fortunes stands before you, whispering he would like to take you there.

To the place where all your dreams can come true, somewhere that dost glow both yellow and blue, perhaps in the land of the kangaroos…

As long as it means doing life with you.

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