Syzygy's same – sunflowers sprouting succinctly sward.
Splendiferous, satisfaction seems.
Safety, serenity, sedulous – seemingly selcouth.
Say, surmised she's shirty?
Syzygy's scallywag, snag she'll surely show some snigger.
Scrutinizing she's surreal? Stare scrupulously - spherule should
see.
Such sky - stelliferous scintillates. Still skeptical? Supposing
she's snollygoster?
Stravage, Syzygy's sophrosyne. Shun, stiver, succumbing
she's – seductress.
Expectations that are set as high as a mountain. A lad such as me, a vespine, yet are always walking on a steep hill. A strang girl who can plant her poles, knuckling down to reach the top. Suspiration I let out, and surrounding people kept on encouraging me to hitch my wagon to a star. Pondering if I'm a schlemiel, who's just letting the grass grow under my feet. I thought climbing is like beating a dead horse. Feet stomping, making headway until I foresee the wonderful panorama. It is a shoot for the moon to have come to the top, striving hard, so I could experience nefelibata. It's eldritch, howbeit I'm giving you a heartsease, for I'm a scrummy schatzi.
BINABASA MO ANG
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