25 suitors.

Water likes ascending to the top .
It travels on and on till it hits the edge .
Its caged by a frail and fragile force .
Restlessly waiting on the sides , patiently .

It might become the most beautiful creature in existence.
But its nothing compared to the street light beside the porch she sits on.
That light illuminates the face at night.
The face that i fell in love with .

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