a curious sense of PLACIDITY ROLLS IN WITH TIDE silver-sprent waters stretching on past what bare eye’s gaure allows one to view and glittering with reflections of the celestial. there is not silence, nor is there any trace of CACOPHONY, all chaos reduced to naught but distant recollections thanks to presence of another ; louder than minimal soundings of environs is steadied thumping of heart in his ears, and soon after, softly spoken syllables that flow from behind rose-tinted lips. and though orchestra is not given PERMISSION to commence triumphant symphony, delitescent hopes not given crucial acquiescence in order for them to SWELL ( for such an a b e r r a t i o n from typical behaviour is INTRACTABLE enough without keeping in mind the merciless way that time TICKS INTO OBLIVION –––– afternoons turned golden by summer sunlight and bliss of tenderness ARE to be cherished, but cannot last FOREVER, although he wishes that were the case ), echt smile finds place upon physiognomy. gentle is he in giving smaller hand a squeeze, in drawing the blonde closer into his arms, and though given response is laconic, it is fearlessly laced with GENUINITY, a true rarity from such a speaker.
