Hans gently removed his hands from around Martha and cupped her face tenderly. Martha's eyes glistened under the soft fluorescent light and the gentle glow of the moon hanging in the vast dark sky. The cold wind tousled some strands of her hair, a sight he always cherished when the wind combed through her beautiful gray hair.
Years may go by but Martha's beauty was timeless, no one could ever replace her in Peter's heart. She was one in a million, the rarest gem that he luckily had.
"I won't ever leave you again, dearest Martha. I swear to the heavens that not even death could tear us apart," Peter whispered fervently, locking eyes with Martha.
Martha felt Peter's words deeply; it was as if he was speaking to her soul. Even after all these years, Peter never failed to send shivers down her spine and leave her breathless. how lucky she was to be in love with her. She treated her beyond her expectations.