ANA'S POV
I walked into the room and saw Leon looking at the patterns I made for Carla to sew. They were a combination of drawings and poems. I watched as he took one of the designs I made and stared at it for a longer time.
"I like this poem," he said when he noticed me standing there. I looked at what he was looking at --"The hills may perish, the rivers may dry up but our love for each other will never vanish away."
I looked at him. "I didn't know you're someone into poetry."
He scoffed. Then I went on to recite the whole poem. "Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely formed, altogether changed, and yet the same, I want to talk with you, O Moon, for, till dawn, I am galloping on my horse. Long-lasting shall we be, without wrinkles on our brows. The hills may perish, the rivers may dry up,
