I'd call it Ecstasy. The love of the Father. It is like an unceasing whiff, Pleasant, with lots of tingling. Mmm... You'd love to experience this fresh breath, trust me. A breath that doesn't choke, not even by smoke It's very unusual, but... Argh! I can't describe it.... Still thinking of what I did, to merit this Love.
A love that washes away my worries. A love that is so powerful, that when I am dancing to the rhythm of its passion. My mum would ask questions like "Have you finally received your payment? Seems the food you ate is affecting Anger you..."
Well, I'd leave her at that, because the food I ate, and still eating, is something she can not comprehend It's enough to set my worries ablaze hrustratio ar
Argh! This love is heaven Ecstasy of empathy Razing unsupposed fire. My dear allow me on this space Because
this is Heaven!!! It feels so good? Sorry to disturb you, but I just can't hold back.
