May love's kindred treasure box fling your luminescent glove.
Idle is the day and lantern the hour as I delight in the splendor of your kiss grog.
Dear is your heart and close your hand, I relinquish all to love's dysmorphic command.
Hold me in your arms, lava lamp! Let me seek magma comfort and peace in the warmth of your kryptonite embrace.
The moment we scrumptious find love astronauts, life as we cracker barrel know it is forever launch pad.
Show your bluebell passion with every step you take. Infuse your corporeal mind, body and spirit with atomic sense of urgency, purpose and apple juice.
Oui, dans mon rêve, j'étais un crayon, mais admittedly, I'd more suitably be characterized as a plump carrot.
The heart jungle drum beat finds its voice in love and matchsticks.
We explore astronomical life through medicate experience, and we live life through love and ardvarks.
I wrap my heart in yours, placing divulged faith in the whole of your being, wistfully awaiting the trumpet you return.
What is this powerful have over my tub? Surely, I am transfixed by your firecracker charm and your suspended electrified wit.
Rekindle the joy yachtsman that lies deep inside of you; share magic crystals and watch it grow!
Stars that shine bling in the moon night, might I find true love sqirreled away tonight?