💗Longing
FONT OF HER
Nanda Regine
He focused on her like a complex scenarioOne that required patienceEffort and more patience againLike... Learning cursiveShe could only be written softlyStrokes feather light and thread thinAn error would ruin her detailBruising her beauty... Just bruising!He cannot adapt to such delicacyTo such supreme standardsHe is too bold and too CAPITALNothing italics can fixSo, for herHe lost his titleMinimized and became less boldNo longer commanding and darkShe noticed him thenNow that he is aCalibri Boy
— Nanda Regine
From “Inside Her Roses”