Faultless to a fault.
To me at least was never evening yet, but seemed far beautifuller than its day.
As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.
How very hard it is to be a Christian!
The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
But facts are facts and flinch not.