The virgin of weather started twisting her arms,
Breeze gradually exposing her hidden charms,
Lips of flowers started vibrating for a kiss,
Over, it's all over the cold wave crisis,
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my god your marvelous sir the welcoming at last you cannot forecast lovely week wish we all could try a dozen before we finally decide upon one as in the night thereafter what she is or is not wearing hardly matters within a guy you may call human it will cause a disaster made in heaven exploited on earth
Nice thoughts on the Valentine Week. 'How I shall welcome you I cannot say! ' - You needn't say, just keep welcoming! :)