In chambers of my heart's own prose,
A tale of love and how it grows,
It starts and ends within my core,
Each chapter's dance, forevermore.
From schoolgirl's blush to curls so fair,
A life unfolds with tender care,
But not a tale of commonplace,
A journey unique, in love's embrace.
With twists and turns, a script untold,
Each page anew, a story bold,
Readers shall find their hearts engaged,
Through joy and pain, on every page.
For pleasure's bloom, pain's thorns abide,
In bitter tides, my heart's been tied,
Yet destiny's child, I rise anew,
With love's surprise, the plot imbued.
Rest assured, no boredom near,
In every word, a spark sincere,
Mills & Boon's fire and Brontë's soul,
Within each verse, the tale unrolls.
From bruised heart's depths, the ink does pour,
A bleeding pen, emotions soar,
With every line, love's tale shall reign,
A saga read, again, again.
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