Sometimes I stand outside in the summer breeze and close my eyes, imagining it’s your warm breath rushing over my skin, and in these moments I am clothed in Love, which never goes out of style.

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The best time of year is always one in which you are here. Or you could be there, so long as I am there too.

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Though The Ozarks are often foggy and mysterious, I can see clearly, because I let my heart provide my vision.

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My favorite part on your body is your heart. There’s nothing sexier than feeling it beat fast with desire for me.

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Your mouth can say the words I love you, but it’s your lips in your kiss that confirms the truth of your heart.

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The ink that writes our Love Story is the blood that flows through our hearts, like flowers liquified and pulsing upward toward the light.

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The poetry, does it flow from my heart or hers, since it is her love that fuels me?

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Our love is timeless, like a broken watch. Sorry I’m late.

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Paris may be The City of Love, but The Ozarks are The Place of Romance. And you know this because that’s where I live.

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The love we had isn’t gone. It’s just hiding, out of fear of being rejected.

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Sometimes I stand outside in the summer breeze and close my eyes, imagining it’s your warm breath rushing over my skin, and in these moments I am clothed in Love, which never goes out of style.

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The best time of year is always one in which you are here. Or you could be there, so long as I am there too.

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Though The Ozarks are often foggy and mysterious, I can see clearly, because I let my heart provide my vision.

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My favorite part on your body is your heart. There’s nothing sexier than feeling it beat fast with desire for me.

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Your mouth can say the words I love you, but it’s your lips in your kiss that confirms the truth of your heart.

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The ink that writes our Love Story is the blood that flows through our hearts, like flowers liquified and pulsing upward toward the light.

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The poetry, does it flow from my heart or hers, since it is her love that fuels me?

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Our love is timeless, like a broken watch. Sorry I’m late.

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Paris may be The City of Love, but The Ozarks are The Place of Romance. And you know this because that’s where I live.

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The love we had isn’t gone. It’s just hiding, out of fear of being rejected.

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