Futile lengthy moments flushed being apoplectic, when soured promises take its place. Her grotesque face resembles me of the masks that were wrongly sculpted and painted. The recrimination suddenly like a transparent membrane; her shame being my glory, and infinite victory. She will become my ventriloquist, and I will practice excellent mockery to bare naked lies. Forgiveness is not always divine.

At last, the aisle settles right before vision, making the silhouette of your love transform into fertilizing daffodils. You're the only face I can see. No more will redundancy be reasons to scratch undeniable affinity. You are, without doubt, my answered prayers.