Lost in reveries, the hourglass turns, I go on into days and I love you still, I chose you one day and this stands. Come, there's fire at the hearth, food will not grow cold, nor wine sour. Meanwhile, in our secluded chamber, the lamps of Eros are already burning. June, 19-2019
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