lost and lonely

Once upon a time, he’d dreamed the world reached out before him, days, full of sun and joy, as far as the eye could see, his aspirations, ambitions, goals and hopes were there for the taking, like plucking grapes that hung in bunches, lost and lonely, young and carefree. He had only been looking for fun when he met her, when he caught a glimpse of a pretty face, spoke without nerves, uncharacteristically, engaged her conversationally, saw sparkles in her eyes, excitement washed over his mind, released from any semblance of reason.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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