One way—the direction I proceed in—
Flows ever forward like a river.
Her smile is so delicious. She comes, quivers,
With delight and a slew of issues, though.
Do you mind? I don’t care if you do.
To you,
She should seem a rising angel. Here’s to
the glue
That fills the cracks in our aching hearts.
Another night reverberating in twilight
Hours’ beauty that holds us together.
As of today, its my turn to feel extraordinary.
A soul never falls under the weather.
But whether or not one’s ready, they rest
in grand love—which depicts breadth best.
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