Yes, he’s a minute away from absolute marvelosity and She feels it – each next tReMbLiNg bit of he –
Conscientiously none-too-CONcENtRatEd simply because, So say They… We (really) need to feel him, “finALLy!”
His each of every next seriously impressive idiosyncrasy because, even if, and when, he’s been there, done it- worn away his nerve-LaDen StYlE of (sense of) survival, time has mysteriously inundated him with –
An Everlasting and O-u-t-p-o-u-r-i-n-g SENSe of (peripheral) Portrayal
Of the HeArT. and THAT, my dearest Rossana, means almost ALL of ((absolutely)) damn-near-everything (to him)
Yes, his heart may well be yours
But, you’ll find… … his MinD is, in-fact, ALL OF IT His.
So, pl-EASE… … help him to keep it safely under lock & key.
