Dear artificer, You are so wide-awake! Look at the wideness and come even in the speck to listen the entreatingly ostinato of my heart! The palatability is not meant for any confoundedness but your tangents donβt answer my noes and yeses!
I think of idolizing your earnest attempt of withholding the passage for delivering your correspondence to me but, most importantly, I think I should be praying for the enfolding supportiveness of your words for facing the hollowness.
The sunken feelings always reverberates and they yearn for your affection in its booming resemblance.