I'm too drawn in. And suddenly it's like you've your own gravitational pull, when it seems like life has suddenly been caught in the orbit around you. Don't let me go. I don't ever want to let go. But yet you don't know. OH WHY oh why do you not know. Yet the wreched heart is too frail to confess to thee. Confess not I say. For the secrets are yet better to keep, then open remarks that hover over the doubts and feelings that may stray.A feeling I seem to recall. Oh the times of revolution.Seek thee i will. But the temptation to know will i resist not?oh to exile the world may send me, but with these simple thoughts, survive i will.But according to my calculations, which are inevitably correct, the possibility of the reality of the tangent meeting the triqualibrium is far less proportionate to terms that may vary if the subject were to be expanded. I must say, dividing X by k-89 after quadrilatering the equation seems the most efficient fomulae to try to date.But Dear Lady, I must inform you of the unsightly consequences that may arise if the tea is not hot, or not yet hot, I'd presume.Oh little servant, make haste to send the letters that may change the future we depend on.Little talk seems to make the chest feel more than it is required. Upon thy lips I call. Tender salutes.Speak to me my angel, Te quiero a mi querido, yo le pierdo tan. XXOO.