To, the Pacemaker of the heart;
I honestly am
asking to myself why would anything have such a value? How can a person
be pitch perfecto in all the manners one perceive and how can the
glaringly sweetness be handled upon those reluctant emotions?
And its always
just splendid to see you being modest about yourself, of all the
gentleness and desires that your mind possess among the prejudices of it
being solemnly static.
Dear butterscotch, just don’t ask me to stop, for it will never be enough and accurate to try explain how virtuous you are.
You prove me
wrong everyday. You prove me wrong when you just say “haina testo” and
its just adorable how you do the passive defense when I object.
I honestly used
to imagine “angel falls to be the most resplendent for anyone to
wonder, but the hair that floats over your shoulder giving contrast to
those hidden smiles on those supple cheeks is the only measure of
elegance i can ever dream!
To the pacemaker
of the heart, i am sending these words; through every small cute ways,
the smiles will be coming, through every gentle surprises, happiness
would be there, and through every little try, Joy will be there.
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