Those proceleusmatic eyes rev my heart.
If they need to sail away from the suffocation of this barangay, consider me your captain-pilot-guide.
That perfect pout and button nose may not have merited impunity from past up-breaks, but I will face the most terrible tides to preclude you from ache.
If you find a stringcourse of mascara under your window pair, I will ensure it is from laughful tears.
Your complexion remains a simply scintillating scene. ; )