Wednesday, November 26, 2014
FOLLOW US: 

At thought with a controlled rhythm of sound, Metronome.

A cerebral high hidden behind my smile, invisible.

I am nourished by your word, "hello."

Your bountiful impressions always coat my frown, incomparable.

I accept the fault in you, inseparable.

A lifetime from now, our last name will bear the exact same sound, conjugal.

With your blessing, I ask of your left hand in classic style, "a true man, honorable."

With out you, life, inconceivable!

 



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