In front of me is a summer's eve.
I'm wondering how one thing gets this lovely.
Tender preparation must be the way splendor passes durations.
End your hasty wasting; the day that was learned she stunned masses of male population.
A mere glimpse is all that is required for those frozen by past tempests to be melted by the warmest warmness.
A sincere seraphim conspires a hue of sapphire with a sensation that floats in to contact detriments to tell them of their non-existence.
At least for a few seconds what is sensed is the most marvel that can be evoked in an instant.
As summer's eve passes by she slackens holds of hardships for as long as eyes are close to glimpse in.
