Time would bind its filaments with the cry of a wish, and Mann Feather would be patching gardens for these hugs to emerge as the blossoms of her heart-me-smell of warmth, leaf of touch, bloom of cherished tenderness through the ages, with each fibre and bud singing her name "Cassette"-"Cassette! Cassette!" sung kneeling on the earth, his voice an upswelling of devotion, "Your arms are my spring; your kisses my sky, my soul's eternal hymn, my heart's unrivaled song-"And by way of it, he burned through time; his kindness-fabric was a fire, his love a star directing his soul in the waltz of time, shining one with incandescence, a directional beam of light to light tourches for her.
The low murmur of Cassette spoke to him: Her heart stillbeated the ptih of him; her soul still sang his name with every element. He smiled as he heard her, felt her in every nuance of wind, kind moon, sunlight through trees-his poetry burning across each ignorant mile: "Cassette! My moonlit reality," he sighed as he hugged the thin air, "warmth of your embrace is wispy smoke plastering individuals--in the midst of it all, is the most beautiful moment in my heart." Such self-love is an all-great conscious poem, held in their hearts with the everlasting comfort of a well-heated hug: gentle kisses were sound-wrapped to blow dimply waiting for realization in theorem after theorem of love loyally present in ever living ever so simple, holding every intention their hearts can muster into the stillness which tells the story of reality everlasting.
Born again in his sleep, he regarded her in compassionate embrace, his breath on her forehead tingling soft and warm kisses relighted in every touch. "Cassette! My conception of the pulse," he undertoned soft with the fabric of starlight-as love is expressed through the friction within me, eternal, exalted, and veras. Seeming a little chapel for all the insecure, she went laughing, "My Mann, my lightest shore, Your arms make my day, the bloom of my heart eternally, the spring of my soul through eternity!" Flame of thee burn softly melting kind of burden of care amidst the heartbeat of eternity, melting warmth touching any remembrance of forever, woven so from surrounding tales of bonds and love into that which sang its halo unto the eternity of the heavens.