Even though it's been so long his love for her keeps going strong, never stopping. He misses her touch, and her smile.
Her hair golden as the sun, her eyes like the calmest ocean, her skin kissed by God, a smile across her face along with tears.
Ever since that terrible day, every second of every minute no matter what he did or said, there's just no getting over her.
Sky covered in gray, the wind roared with sadness, never a day as cold as today. Her beautiful eyes full of love, even as she was to die. Her lips, sweet lips, whisper words, that only for him.
To this very second, he recall the things that they used to do, the love shining in her eyes.
"A love like ours will never end"
All the tender love she gave him, even if they never kissed, their love was true. He knew their love is the real thing, a feeling so strong nothing can ever match it.
English soldiers holding him away, as he tries to rush to her, she smiled to him and he understood, without words, he understood.
She loved him, as her nation and as a man, the only person she loved. But knew even if she wasn't going to die today their love is forbidden and shall not last as she is human, and would die and age, as he is nation, he will never age and will never die.
No matter how he hated it, he understood, but even if she did age he would still love her, and she would still be beautiful. He just wanted to be with her forever, but that can never be.
"France! You frog, what the bloody hell are you day dreaming about! We have a meeting!" France blink coming back to the real world as the other Allies looked his way.
"Ohonhonhon…why your beautiful body of course…Ohonhonhon."
"YOU FROG!"
You are the only one that makes my heart beat, my beloved Jeanne d'Arc.