Expedition Amor

January 11, 2015

I felt, before I knew you, that we'd make one -

A force to be reckoned

The image of matramony's perfection -

a beautiful pressence

Thousand fold blessing amongst any mans vessel to find his missing rib and protects it; that worth while investment,

divinely vested in the creator's image.

Slow to anger but quick to love you senseless,

worth this worlds wieght in gold yet priceless in the very same instance...

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