I awaited for the unknown Advent. It was in girls' eyes. I found Penelope, Fiona, Susan, Home is in a woman's heart. When the vapour in the eyes passes. This is a barbaric world to be destroyed, There will be an end of it.
Love is all there is.
I hate it. I I wrote you a poem. And how I had then used Melvyl In far-off California To determine your presence, while Sitting in Bath at my computer. So I wrote you a poem. I only write love poems.