By Somaah Edwards
She craves the type of love that is engraved on her soul and being, an emotional connection scientists and archaeologists can not dig up and explain. The world will know its name but they'll never be able to have a taste. It will make sense but there will be no explanation. Her skin will age but it will keep getting prettier, Her voice will become blurry but they'll turn it into expensive music. Her face won't remain the same but you'll find it in museums under the theme:beauty never fades. Magic was never real until they took a look into her eyes, and an eclipse occurred before them. A love so real yet so expensive and rare.
Somaah Edwards is a Guyanese poet and short-story writer. She writes on Instagram at @somaah.e
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