Warm Wind

Trillion Digits Of Pi

If, the glint in your eye was aligned oh so perfectly with the starry reflection of the mystic lake while all planets were harmoniously echoing a melancholy tune.

If, I, in sparkling lace of white, chanting prayers of eternal love, under the giant oaks dedicated to you, while accompanied by the aura of Juno and Jupiter, during a sacred simultaneous century old thunderstorm.

Would this be to your satisfaction?

Rubbish, you say. You know it takes more.

I then whisper, my true love to

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