But I am true to my words in which I describe, in complete ******
my unforeseen paroxysm upon a single glance,
At 12 o'clock Noon, just a single desk apart, every other day for weeks on end.
Never did I notice this amorous ebullition as we sat for tea, under the sunshine at Starbucks,
exchanging stories and ideas, unlocking the depths of your inglorious subconscious.
Shall I compare thee to a leather-bound book?
Exquisite, magnificent, heavenly beguiling, carrying tales upon tales within your soulful pages,
igniting pure fervor and vehemence with every word.
And yet...
I can't help but say, unequivocally and candidly, you are God's masterpiece in every way possible.
You are the reason Music is written,
why Art is drawn and sculpted,
why Poetry is printed on paper,
And why the Angels cry in jubilation.
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 11:17 PM UTC
But I am true to my words in which I describe, in complete ******
my unforeseen paroxysm upon a single glance,
At 12 o'clock Noon, just a single desk apart, every other day for weeks on end.
Never did I notice this amorous ebullition as we sat for tea, under the sunshine at Starbucks,
exchanging stories and ideas, unlocking the depths of your inglorious subconscious.
Shall I compare thee to a leather-bound book?
Exquisite, magnificent, heavenly beguiling, carrying tales upon tales within your soulful pages,
igniting pure fervor and vehemence with every word.
And yet...
I can't help but say, unequivocally and candidly, you are God's masterpiece in every way possible.
You are the reason Music is written,
why Art is drawn and sculpted,
why Poetry is printed on paper,
And why the Angels cry in jubilation.
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