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The Tragic Archeologist Lovers(a true story of a failed love)
In a modern age of brilliance and light,
Two archaeologists embarked on a quest so bright. Seeking a lamp mysterious, home to a genie's grace, Their fates intertwined, a tragic love's embrace.
The first photograph captured their hearts entwined, A story of love that fate had designed.
He described her in his secret page, A beauty with a photography talent, Hair like space, a cosmic stage, a beauty rare, Black hair like space, beyond compare.
Voice like Orpheus, captivating cage, Her voice, a melody, both soothing and sweet, Could tame stone hearts and kings in their seats. A smile as bright as the sun's final burst, Unmatched, eternal, in love's universe.
The man had a funny problem, though. When he looked at her, he saw the number eight, a mystery to him. Past her allure, her humor flowed free, Like water's adaptability, boundless as the sea.
Dentition like a black hole's lure, Drawing all close, promises pure.
Lips like temptation, vermillion and tender, Aphrodite's envy, their essence a splendor.
Fashion sense soaring, an eagle unchained, Defying the norms, style unrestrained. In their journey's course, they stared in a trance, Bound by destiny, locked in a dance.
In a field of dandelions, a moment so true, Both heard whispers, as dandelions knew. Laughter erupted, like innocent glee, Children at heart, in a world unburdened and free.
365 days passed, they parted their ways,
In search of the lamp, lost in life's maze.
Anger and yearning clouded their sight,
But a twist of fate would set things right.
The male archaeologist, weary and torn, Found the lamp, a wish to be sworn. Only one chance, the genie's firm rule, A decision to make, a destiny's tool.
With a wish made in secrecy's breath,
A choice that would lead to life's bitterest death or endless happiness in abyss. The tragic love tale met its solemn end,
Was the wish a curse, or a fate to mend?
Meeting once more, happiness in their eyes, Two souls reunited after another 365 days under boundless skies. The wish's true nature, a mystery untold, In love's enigma, its power would unfold.
© Sage
Two archaeologists embarked on a quest so bright. Seeking a lamp mysterious, home to a genie's grace, Their fates intertwined, a tragic love's embrace.
The first photograph captured their hearts entwined, A story of love that fate had designed.
He described her in his secret page, A beauty with a photography talent, Hair like space, a cosmic stage, a beauty rare, Black hair like space, beyond compare.
Voice like Orpheus, captivating cage, Her voice, a melody, both soothing and sweet, Could tame stone hearts and kings in their seats. A smile as bright as the sun's final burst, Unmatched, eternal, in love's universe.
The man had a funny problem, though. When he looked at her, he saw the number eight, a mystery to him. Past her allure, her humor flowed free, Like water's adaptability, boundless as the sea.
Dentition like a black hole's lure, Drawing all close, promises pure.
Lips like temptation, vermillion and tender, Aphrodite's envy, their essence a splendor.
Fashion sense soaring, an eagle unchained, Defying the norms, style unrestrained. In their journey's course, they stared in a trance, Bound by destiny, locked in a dance.
In a field of dandelions, a moment so true, Both heard whispers, as dandelions knew. Laughter erupted, like innocent glee, Children at heart, in a world unburdened and free.
365 days passed, they parted their ways,
In search of the lamp, lost in life's maze.
Anger and yearning clouded their sight,
But a twist of fate would set things right.
The male archaeologist, weary and torn, Found the lamp, a wish to be sworn. Only one chance, the genie's firm rule, A decision to make, a destiny's tool.
With a wish made in secrecy's breath,
A choice that would lead to life's bitterest death or endless happiness in abyss. The tragic love tale met its solemn end,
Was the wish a curse, or a fate to mend?
Meeting once more, happiness in their eyes, Two souls reunited after another 365 days under boundless skies. The wish's true nature, a mystery untold, In love's enigma, its power would unfold.
© Sage
