Start writing... Admire the tune of perfume performance throughout the color, during this blessed, adoring hour. Devine swept the collision of Earth and Moon, of real and restless blues. Blessed are to be nameless colours, any sweet soft parade of confusion, and love without a tune. Let me tell you... something of a color that is true. And isn't it there in paradise to every room? l call it Devine. Clear and bright in the sound unto play it everywhere, like midnight flower. With a tune, devine today more than before. Nothing new shining through down unto burn the ground. Way up in the sky as I sit by my Fire🔥I hear a sweet call and I have been saved... this very hour. I am blessed with An Aloha Flower.
Sincerely, that she is coming to tea in the moment, and leaving me at night—like a hibiscus cloud is on fire. I feel free with no use there is to desire. And, the wind cries like a wine. I found a picture of her to light up the time. And, to the magic world at night, it rains to a splashing tune. The golden chain, to her eyes as they descend like butterflies into the light. I appear with a golden lei to the city of Hale O Honolulu. “A toast” To The Golden Chain, locked up in a lei, in a glass with a wine... to write her name–
It is the sunshine in my loving. As the fire grows so slowly, the seasons rise and fall, and a little rain once more from afar.
After you gone I’m a breaker, don’t beside the fact, you want me only, and stonely, off the key, away from me. The way you stand until three, with a sentimental value you are a true tune until you go.
A passion nightmare, and I see it all so clear. Nothing but shattered dreams she calls to me, woman so weary. The torment is, that in the weight of a stare. Disappear in the road before, and lead me here, to recognize the weight of her stare. Was I to blame for being unfair? A long long time to be waiting here, the stone glare. At the edge of the path a psycho at hand, the path where you held out your hand.
As the Sun has taken its rest