Years of feeling euchred regarding the pursuit of hope for amore, today brings blooms in hand and weal in heart. Stairs stormed: toward and away–excitement always preceded disappointment. Now, stormy seas of love have passed for haven in a roadstead. It feels like a mix between amour courtois and a Katy-Perry song: by both knights and nights, butterflies wonder if this time it will, again, be wrong or, at last, remain real for forever-long. ; )

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