The red of lips and rose. The beat of the heart in my ears as my head lies on your chest. Your fragrance is classic and your smile is unforgettable. A day set aside for me to adore you properly. Maybe there is not one and only for me now, but the air is blanketed with a perserverent expectation. My hands fold together and pray. Devotion is the commotion. I am still and I find a cocky style in your ripped blue jeans. You are such a mystery that I do not know you at all. I can just dig deep in my imagination and find a sire for my new line of heart string watercolors. I paint for you, as you sing and play guitar for me. It is all in a day that we play and see what can be in the mystery of the sea and destiny.
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