When we met, love Obnubilated me. I became bananas about you. I wanted to be luculent. Just to be Pauciliquent. I however felt like a blatherskite. You probably thought I was a glaikit.
Did I sound like a meacock instead? If so, it’s due to kakorrhaphiophobia. I might have operose my feelings. Did it seem like I wanna mamaguy you? You behaved like a frondeur.
Your callipygian body looked extramundane. Your hair looked ulitichous. Did you feel like I lusted your Callipygian shape? I foresaw a love that won’t flatline. If it does, it will be eucatastrophe.
Now we’re together, I’m disenthrall from Misogamy. You’re a deipnosophist and a mixologist. I’m edcious. To keep you happy, I share a boffola. To me, love felt like a Humdudgeon.
Using rare and probably used words to express how I felt when I met my wife for the 1st.