When I go to meet him, singing angels guide me through an archway of mint and ivy.
He sees me and his smile warms the night as his eyes shine like a thousand stars.
I completely forget he’s a married man in a stale room at a cheap motel.
Written for Three Line Tales 244.
©️2020 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.