I breathed a sigh of Lurve, and it sounded soft, hidden like a whisper, it moved really slow, carefully not to touch no one’s ear, it spoke of a soft language, only i could hear.
Lurve… Ahhh.. Lurve, sometimes i have it with Vernice, sometimes i have it Anis, and strangely enough, sometimes i have it with too many, and these too many, they wouldn’t Lurve me back as much as these 2 would.
And if these 2 wouldn’t, then i would be left alone with my own self and sighing the inspiration of Lurve.
Ahh.. Lurve, my dear Lurve is an inspiration, it’s a mortal affair and sympathetic decoration of a smile, it liberates fear, lets fear die and fly to heaven.
It lets fear die and float gently to heaven.
Ahh.. Lurve, my dear Lurve is a boat, it’s a mortal inspiration in a blue lake, it navigates me with its soul and when we both grow enough age and catch enough fish to become old, we’ll meet you in heaven.
I’ll munch on Lurve, and feed on Lurve, and meet you too many in heaven, when i grow enough age and catch enough breath.
Ahh.. Lurve, my dear Lurve is a crunchy affair.