How rain's nigh ghastly light haunts vague suspense Ere darkness yield to after. In the pale Note follwing, whiter morsels chase th'exhale Which moves atwixt these firs as if pretense Could not decide oer snowbanks' worn intents And newer puddles thinking of betrayl, This fragile romance in surreal tones' bail Lost in the flurry of just whither hence. I want to ask you what you're doing fer All we have overnight made me and you Erm, us and we. And scared but driving, you're Not one bit daunted either. What'd we do? I've heard of whirlwind stories. Aren't such poor? You'd kiss my tear-washed face, and say we knew?
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srzjOJjBHmc]Mebbe when we can do it tangled up in each other. *needless to say, he likes this one.