He is as sweet as a lullaby and his beauty although profane blooms like a flower as he slowly walks away. His footsteps padding in the darkness. Although he will not be seen again, I do hope that someday, I’ll see him again. For unlike the fire in my heart, he’s as calm as the sea. You are the language of all the flowers in the world….
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