yestereve we succame A lengthy ballad of longing formerly one of obstinance flared in a cacophony of passion
Whilst usually twirling in a seemly epitome fashion, yestereve a caprice thought laid heavy on hearts as there was no doubt of desire nor were there objections to her for even when my affections consumed you lady desire was just an inexorable
yestereve she picked petals from a Sinensis blossom there went the pain any semblance of grudge along with sanity reason and lastly, the walls as carefully constructed as that of Pyramus and Thisbe's such vulnerability unmatched for your sweet scent lulled me from the arms of reason for reason, although safe, is the most intricate and fragile part of the ballad and the first to fall victim to the cascade
What a fool I must be to have gladly forgotten the kinks of your hands or the freckles on the back of your neck that form a perfect triad. The way your upper lip curls when you grin made my glissade blissful and passionate Your flustered twirl the very epitome of aubade
Ignorant of the harsh retombe of reality Your flustered face En L'air Every touch a pleasant surprise that formed a grand symphony
A moment of unfiltered emotion A heavenly ballad so cruelly of yestereve.
twas hard to replicate this feeling after knowing how it all ends