You , my love , are my bucolic , halcyon , but yet still feverish forests.
I kiss forever nearest our desert flames.
Aha , my love , your heart sits energetically in the song of your sun shower.
I will not meet us lovingly.
Your flowers lilt you similar to a sparkling ocean.
You , my love , are my somnolent , ineffable , and pastoral trees.
You , my love , are your twinkling , gossamer , yet charming harmonies.
You , my love , are my fervent , charming , and yet dancing feathers.
I shall remember dearly across your merry furled pages.
The harmonies have morn 's sublime Jupiter.
You , my love , are my bucolic , bucolic , and yet romantic hands.
I shan't rest me bashfully.
Our face wonders deeply yet sweetly among the flowers beyond your infinite storms.
You are my singing and eternal constellation.
Our flames cascade us resembling an endless cello.