By Annette Marie Hyder
“Can I have all your rainy days?” she asked.
“And all my rainy nights too.” he agreed,
not knowing she was a weather mage
and that he was in for some stormy weather indeed.
“Can I have all your kisses?” she asked.
“Yes, you can have all my kisses and all my smiles besides.” he said,
and she smiled little knowing he was a master mage
whose kisses were his magic, whose smiles were just like wine.