Pretty dove, pretty cares. Ever so kindly, beauty knows unaerated, hearts of beauty. Love is sprinkles of pink icing upon a decoured cuppy. Pretty Love is the prettiest...
Well, being here with my first post, is quite alarming. I love you girls!
Life has kept me well. I'm doing just fine. My beauty keeps me. Love
for my pretty heart, the pink shade of rose, supports my most blissful of
days. For, the pretty never dies...
Forever, I deemed loving embraces most important to love and the spirit of girls. Girls, I love you. Everyday I get a little stronger. My faith improves. My heart, my spirit improves. Beauty, always, tenders my heart. I've come down with a nasty cold. The chubbers, fat, did not help either. More so, its made worse. Like little angels of the heavens, in colors of pink, white and blue, gold and orange, tan and brown, I've come to note that the more tender ways of my heart seek excalibur. I do love big birthday parties, and a bar of chocolate on a less expressive day, but truly, my heart seeks adventure and love. My writings come along perfect. Can't wait for a book launch. But other than writer's fright, I'm under total control of the sniffies. A-Choo!
Kharese
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