My dreams of holding you never disappoint.
My wonderful Kyle, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you laugh, whisper and kiss,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the slim resists.
Let me compare you to an astute pie?
You are more panting, enchanting and cute.
Pale drought dries the mad picnics of July,
And summertime has the fluxional butte.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your ranting Green eyes and freckles.
Wanting your red curly hair fills my days.
My love for you is the slanting spreckels.
Now I must away with a hansom heart,
Remember my weak words whilst we're apart.
DELETE.
I'm sorry.
SENT.
Stan turned in his bed to lie on his back and let out a deep sigh. After Kyle had given him nothing but a terrified look after he had come out, Stan ran out of the house and back to his own without looking back, and with the song of his heart drowning out his pained sobs.
