My the world I offerd you was a nebulas cloud of possibilities fillied with love and affection the like of which is difficult to find genially.
you mooned at me and exploded my nabulas cloud with your softly soken words and your comprehensible logic
my nearly lover course for my unrequited love, my melancholy, my sadness, my broken heart that I should stick togther with sapples each one piercing the walls of my core my pain….
goodbye my fasination with your milkey skin ends, my pain and careful intersection beings. facta non verba, fallaces sunt rerum species, looks are a compliment to a personality nemo liber est qui corpori servit.aspectus ominum non et finitur
love is built not on looks but on affinity those who look to fall in love with superficialities beware because you are blinded to what there is before of you