We were twins at heart when we started this journey to win.

I painted her name in my world, an artistic bright pink within.

She was my woman, with perfect blooming curves calling me home always, even as I was at war, saving my father's cove.

I fought through mighty wall, to bring her baby daffodils, a sign, professing my love.

Dazed at the sight, I watched her lean in, slitting her tongue for this perfect kiss.

As my knee failed me, she winked, and left me, pondering on the taste of her sharp, sweet red sword.

She walked me up to her world with her smiles, a type that can stop a naughty baby to cry.

Her...