To what did her beauty speak? Benevolence comes when passion breaks over the whim of will and it prospers more than my vanity.
boundless appellations of forgone energies that are to be expectant towards the infinitive virtue of Loves best rewards.
Of what wonders do I speak? Is it the tongue to lips? Cheek to cheek? Brandishing the will to to a better desired end.
No doubt more exquisite to the senses, that feel more apparent.
In the depths beheld in another's eyes curiosity is greater than truth, and the lost portals of every living soul.
Some of them with amazing clarity, and some with greater goals each faceted with the elongation of a gleaming jewel too much appreciated through the whimsical dream of greater values.
More willing to tell the tales of squandered opportunity and vanities that ever vexed the spirit and more than could ever be known except by the telling.