She is my warmth
The chemical reaction the begins in a explosion and relatively brings you to the very special result sometimes (often) never predicted. She is my way back when I'm never tired. My lover is always a paradox. Can someone equilibrate your virtues. Does anybody has that power to ponder your virtues? Must be an antique Love. Old fashion stile. Cos we worry like family busyness. We love each other like kids do.
