• Once Upon A Time
    Is How Fairy Tales Begin;
    With Two Companions
    That Start As Lovers.

    The Room Shimmered
    As The Excitement Rose.
    Two Strangers Hooked Glances,
    Looking As If They Never Met.

    But They Did In A Dream,
    There Were No Castles On Air.
    She Was His Princess,
    And He, Her Knight.

    When They Proceed Another
    Chemisty Starts To Form.
    For She Was His Rosalinda,
    And He, Her Antonio.

    He Touched Her Fingertips
    As He Grasped Her Hand,
    Sending Fireworks Up Her Spine
    That Only Crushes Do.

    The Sweet Tone Of Her Voice
    Sang Like Swaying Blue Birds.
    He Was Blinded By Her Elegance
    As Her Soul Touched His Heart.

    Their Friends Giggled And Snickered
    About How Long This Decade Will Continue.
    For Rosalinda Was A Tender, Beautiful Rose,
    And Antonio Was Inestimable.

    They Were Impassioned
    As The Wind Blew Through The Trees.
    Even Though The Breeze Will Cease,
    The Chill Is Still Among Them.

    Their Night Of Lust Turned Into A Week
    And That Week Bloomed Into A Month.
    Their Love Wasn’t A Phrase In A Play
    But A Passion Of Hope For The Future.

    As You Know, The Pilgrims Said,
    The World Tilts On An Axis.
    No One Can Be Perfect,
    This Wasn’t Told To The Word Of The Wise.

    The Evenings Became Steady
    And Daylight Never Rised.
    She Weeped Tears Of Isolation
    As He Examined His Life.

    Their Secret Love Lyrics
    That Kept Them Patient,
    Have Rapidly Yield
    And Never Existed.

    His Rosalinda Become Apprehensive
    Cautions Of Objects In Radius.
    Her Antonio Regarded To Care
    Since He Wasn’t To Blame.

    Their Phones Stop Calling More
    Making Themselves Impaired.
    Associates Backing Them Up
    Couldn’t Observe Those Unforgiven Tears.

    Clutching On So Secure
    Making Their Fears Take Command.
    They Teased, And Their Embrace
    Had Lies Combined To Them.

    Dividing Them In Two
    That Left Bruises All Over.
    After A Lifetime Of Misunderstandings
    This Was The Only Year To Agree.

    Departing With Each Other’s Hearts,
    Left Reasoning For Arriving Back.
    Pausing All Shouts And Screams,
    Maintaining Constant Love Battles.

    Rosalinda Strived Not To Delete Him Out
    The Session To Her Final Tempo.
    Antonio Believed This Illusion
    When She Reached The Conclusion.

    Her Heart Strained Every Drop
    Hoping Things Wouldn’t Fail,
    As Her Thoughts Lowered A Percent
    She Dreaded What Would Occur.

    Things Around Them Altered
    A Lot Quicker Than Usual.
    Guess The Results
    To The Tender Rose And Disdain.

    Following Week Of Spies.
    The Fair Rosalinda Appeared A Sparkle,
    Somewhat A Glitter Of Suffering.
    The Distinguished Antonio Had A Variant Maiden.

    The Nights She Had With Him
    Became Nightmares In Making.
    Their Senual Delight Became Confused
    As He Summoned Another Name.

    The Delicate Way His Maiden Held Hands
    And Embraced One Another In The Bleak Of Winter.
    Rosalinda Felt The Depths Of Hell
    As Antonio Executed Her Insides To Bleed.

    Conversing All Hours Of Dusk.
    His Maiden Laughing At Riddles;
    Pulled Her Heart Out
    As That Was The Chuckle Of Her’s.

    Rosalinda Turned Pale
    When He Kissed His Maiden;
    Her Cherry Lips And Caramel Skin
    Left Jealousy At Fright.

    Antonio Made The World Frown
    Bragging About His Maiden And New Life.
    Purchasing Rubies And Sapphires,
    Items Rosalinda Wasn’t Worth.

    Her Associates Couldn’t Peek
    At The Meaning He Beared.
    Even Though He Was A Trickster,
    She Was The Scatterbrain.

    To His Friends, She Was A Show.
    To His Family, She Was A Puppet.
    To Him, She Was A Second Doormat
    Saying “I Love You” To Please.

    She Crawled In The Heat
    Long Enough, The Past
    She Couldn’t Catch To See.
    The Future Was Too Late To Give Advice.

    Rosalinda, Alone In Midnight,
    Intoxicated In Agony Of Antonio.
    She Swallowed A Narcotic
    And Then Breathed.

    As Her Hand Trembled,
    To Record Her Legacy.
    Consenting Property To Sister With Child
    And A Dime For Each Heartache To Her Spouse.

    She Fell To Her Knees
    And Began To Pray.
    For God, To Hide Her Away,
    To Not Be Found In Her Traced Footsteps.

    Her Inner Secrets Unlocked
    That Couldn’t Be Defined;
    As The Clock Took Its Last Toll,
    She Took Her Last Breath.

    Time Ended For Her
    As The World Had Blank Stares
    And Broken Hearts To The Absence,
    Looking Among Her Tomb.

    Dressed In Scarlet.
    Her Curly Brown Strans,
    Scented Her Pastel Cheeks
    And Her Flowery Grave.

    Carved In Stone Was
    Rosalinda, A Woman Who Didn’t Die For Love
    Or For Love Of Friends And Only Beloved.
    But For The Love She Couldn’t Give Herself.

    She Was A Wife And A Lover,
    With An Untouched Child.
    She Confused Her Untrusted Toad,
    For A Loving Prince Charming.

    Then Realized, As Her Life Went By.
    It Takes Five Flights To Recognize The Default.
    Infatuation, Depression, Separation,
    Humilation, and Dissolution.

    These Are Rosalinda’s Confessions.