Maryann Sage - Part Two

and intuitive paramour, whence swooning swain first experienced anew an alien emotional lightness of being within mine hardened carapace did brew a propensity to surmise, intuit, and detect a romantic joyful dew drop similar to lovers in dustbin of historical annals dipped ‘ere farewell flew common as the air we breathe, this new found muse sic cull passion grew yet handled with kid gloves, which lacked the means to nurture and hue a novel interpersonal ecstasy, which with fits and starts knew tony yen physics manifested into a mutual attraction despite any self-admission new to this chap, whose skills sans intimacy infantile and as a result inadvertently caused grief to a gal (who valiantly christened her vehicle Ruby) hoping to stride down the pew which outcome thwarted, now tis much more sands of mine life time funneled down the hourglass shaped queue without any rhyme nor reason find this bard **** to rue how a golden opportunity indiscriminately lost a flickr and sentiments now akin to culinary Michelin patshke stew rather futile to ruminate the long lapsed travails that tripped a true lee darling dame, whose take on the matter, this poet would cherish a view yet….nary a clue exists if any possibility to revisit that denouement recalling the awkward fits and starts before embers of warm reciprocity kindled reciprocal an ambition to court, jest and indubitably woo to buzzfeed flip ant lee, and shutterfly at greased lightening speed back to that contra dance at Summit Presbyterian Church at the cross roads of Green and Westview Avenues.