With a smile engraved on my face I wondered how my Queen will present herself tonight. The anticipation of her standing on that red carpet in all her essence is agonizing. I can feel the jealousy rise within me thinking about how other men will be gawking their lustful eyes on my woman. I can her mocking me now "Jealous much King?" I giggled to myself. What did I do in my past life to blessed with such a wonderful woman? The love I have for her is undying some would call it bewitching. Others may question the love I have, claiming it to be puppy love. To hell with them.
Is this what my father was talking about? Is this the same love he had for my mother? My father use to tell me stories about him and my mother in their younger years. She was a strong innocent woman with a pure heart somet
