and stand and watch the pair of us collide right by the twiddlesome, vocalistic middle

where sweethearts meet and sing one another a sweet pondersome lullaby

if only she knew me way back when I was nineteen again – when my pen wished for someone like her
to stir these fantastical, fanatical senses again

but here she is making up the difference now and it’s simply pristine – yet why must my love-inclined mind decide between her and these cherished upon words which I take off to my room to pen with me

mid everything – I’m addicted soon as the sentence breaks for the border and she slumbers to snore quite magnificently between this the next hoped for masterpiece