He is the first love I could ever envisage. The tints of his fingers has now converged to my fingertips, a soft gaze has ever and anonly overflowing through his gleam, the most thaumaturgic place I could search by roaming his recognizant, daydreaming about us, grasps in glove. He is somewhat something I could never bid heedlessly. He is a locus f'r me only, nothing could supersede it, and thus I surmised such entities won't be keel over through our intertwined psyche. I am despicable for this devotion, has called my name behind his surname. Can you get lost in a reverie of such climes won't be ever encountered furthermore in another esse like mine? He's now indicating a heart through his aura, telling me to bide aside of the whereabouts he is arising without a doubt.

He is a home without a roof, sinking every water that cascades like a rainbow in each of their altitudes of my mezzanine. I was somewhat never grope some kind of praxis towards someone. But he revamped every unaccompanied and patch of its' perspective like a wondorus grandeur inside thee patched up heart. As thrilling as a spell, a mellifluent one's twopence worth that comes through his ceiling has grasped me down to the earth. It was unbethroted to be told, but like the air beneath each dreams to be compelled, he is something I am in love for. Thus, I could never reached what it was tolled, like a daydream to be told, he is my paragon.