A confession of another loner

In all the words that came from my gut. Never have I ever thought I would'd use the word solicitous. Whenever somebody's name is uttered. But there's never been a better  occasion for caring since I caught sight of her eyes. Beautiful endurer, the scent that pleasure ever wondered. Her angelic voice and smile mends what was eminently broken back together. A true fairytale befell before the empirical reality. Being part of her presence spoke the words of destiny. Like everyone else when misfortune held either me or her hostage. And vulnerability would run the stage. Through understanding, empiricism and support we reciprocated, victory came to birth. That on its own melted a smile from ear to ear. She brought  the bliss that had no ends.