On the lovely beach, the two would meet –or at least try to- everyday, and each time Her mother dragged Her cruelly back by Her long tresses as immovably as His father, who was as hot as a stovetop and cooled down only at night when the prodigious crickets sang to his delight and the lovers’ plight. But one day they made an undying oath that they would meet each other forever henceforth, so in anger if She was, She would rush to Him, away from Her mother and return in tears if dragged back. So did He stand alone by day and night for a second’s sight of His betrothed- as He does today, shining golden and handsome beneath our feet, waiting at sunset and sunrise to meet the lovely waves and as He will be for all time without an end.
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- the two would meet…
