Oh! What luck led us to here?
What conversations so sincere?
What whims and fancies drew our hearts,
To have courage to speak our secret parts?
What cryptic mysteries do reside,
Within those beauteous honest eyes?
Which brighten your visage, sweet cherubim,
With an aureol of darkened hair so prim.
Your lips so gently embrace your words
Of which the likes have never been heard
For your every word is holy(!) poetry
Your every breath takes the breath from me
Your smile 'twas stolen from a goddess
That used to haunt mighty mount olympus
And our stories so precisely tell
Of our journey back from a holy hell
And whither now do we go from here?
Luck shall lead, we must not fear.
I message I received before I went to school. Needless to say it has brightened my day tremendously. This is probably the best message I have ever woken up to to say the least. =)
P.s. Rugby updates are on their way.
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