Space between us is null, so hearts are full.

Others’ anvilicious comments regarding true love are not heard; only hands and eyes twixt our pair are relaying any meaningful words.

Love lands Augean for trees unable to embrace by closing between space. Lucky are each of those able to root connections by abutting toes.

A Barney’s bull before company complementary was found, I was never meant for a matador, but, rather, for you, whom I met to adore. ; )

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