~How beautiful art thou my love, thy eyes glimmer as tho they're crystals.
~Thoughts of thee 'd seem like swimming in an ocean filled with endless Bliss.
~Oh, for I crave a love so deep, the ocean would be jealous;
~My heart licks its lips in anticipation for thy love, my darling.
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PoetryConfession of a Casanova. It would seem I must go forward, or I have never been further than backwards; It would seem I'd find a way, or I'd lost her in the process.🍁
