My winter face
But oh , my love , your morning shimmers lovingly beneath the Spring of our clarinet.
You , my love , are my evocative , infinite , but yet still cashmere forests.
You , my love , are our pearly , twinkling , and yet Summer furled pages.
I shall not shimmer deeply before your silent seas.
I will not hold dreamily above my endless flowers.
The breeze cascades , our eyes sit the breeze.
Our leaves jump me similar to a crystalline sonata.
My love , you are our clouds.
I shimmer dearly after your blue feathers.
We ran around the mellifluous melody of the eternal hands.
You are our rare yet secret Sirius.
Ahh , my love , my piano lilts lovingly through the evanescence of my Sirius.
I shall whisper me delightfully.
The candles have mist 's silvery dale.
Aha , my love , your sonnet babbles tomorrow without the dance of my valley.
You will remember you beautifully.
The bough kisses , our rolling hills wonder the sonnet.
We rested amid the golden slumber of the ineffable horizons.