Chirps of love. Feathers of fancy. Under which germiniparous element shall these wings get handsy?

Crests excite when beaks ‘stead of lips touch-a-kiss as paired heartbeats fire steady salvos of passionate bliss.

Edict says bird kind cannot marry? Wooden laws shall heed either indult or tap of forest fairy.

Amore avian stands quite complete with petite amie, purposing both adoration and cheville. ; )

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