Loving you as it is no longer styled, without a
drop of decency. I will marry you all
the times whenever it is strictly necessary.
Because you are in my case what faith is usually for
the desperate maybe
superstition, perhaps vocation
of incandescent suicide without a drop of sanity.
If you think less with your head, less with
heart, and more with the crotch,
the triumph of love in these times of grief and
forgotten, wine and misery returned to
my house the arrow thrown. The word already said,
the despised opportunity, the past life that does not
will come back and it's a fact ...
I would fecundate you with a simple thought of
love, this sorrow must serve something
I feel, I'm sorry, this pale sadness of
desire, of slavery and chains. I do not care
know who I am, if I am someone or
unresolved crossword puzzle apprentice. This
passion of vine, of summit or
precipice of silicon or meekness.
If you think less with your head, less with
heart and more with the crotch, the
triumph of love in these times of grief and
forgotten, wine and misery returned to
my house the arrow thrown. The word already said,
the despised opportunity, the past life that does not
will come back and it's a fact ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)