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There’s Good Music in Your Soul
And I need to listen to it
There’s Good Music in Your Soul
Even acid, dear Asha, couldn’t eat away at our love, and at the rate it’s growing they’re going to have to call an emergency and send a handsome firefighter to take you away from me.
You need no tissue for your tears, because crying isn’t an impulse for you, you just say no to the hysteria and that serves you better than to wail away the night.
I would copyright our love affair, but it’s been done, there’s no need to adjust your set, but I will remark that it’s a novel concept to deny my advances yet invade my privacy.
I’m like a pony that’s prone to gossip — the method I would use to describe your amazing features is one that tells the whole world about how I’m the beneficiary of your finest favors.
The frequency with which you pack experiences into the stream of existence makes you even more beautiful, sending me over an edge that no man can heal from.
It is our sacred rhythm that can beat out any cold; even if you had a warrant to invade my home and sent the inspector from the home office, I would never divulge the place you have in my heart.
Some say I swim against the tide and that I belong in a cell with a diameter of no more than…
