Ah, reflections through the window shine, but the nimbus emanating from that lady’s inviting smile is mine.

Broken toothpicks have a mini woodhenge made. Gentleman has arrived, so creation for affection I will trade.

Caught are eyes both intense and bold, meaning sneak-attack hugs to her dorsal side shall be put on hold.

Waiting is now a defunctive deed this side of glass for guy has come to be the warmthful coat for his lass. ; )

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