Let's go back to the beginning:
First, 
I have a large heart,
and I hope it doesn't get congested.
I sat,a rose;
it was a bed of thorns,
still,I, enjoyed it's comfort. But
dust soon fell.
Born of my head. Tongues of my mind;
It was a dream.
I closed my eyes to see. What a beautiful sight.
She pulled me by my left hand,"come here you,"
she whispered.
I was awoken to the sight of near-black,
but I held her firm.
Her breath greeted my face,
letting loose my balance. 
She pulled me by my shirt;
"don't fall sweet." "Kiss me." -
And her lips melted into mine,
with her tongue searching for treasures-
All I did was welcome her to my island.
She spared a moment to stare into my eyes,
before going in for another ****.
Within muffled moans,
under her blouse found my right hand.
...   .
Many of this and her come and stay;
Even the mottling.
Let's go back to the beginning:
I have a large heart,
and I hope it doesn't get congested.