Nostalgic Reminiscence Where'R Thee Be Maryann Sage

smitten with a forsaken long lost love *** plus years ago, aye since didst roam'n o'er hill and dale as one heart broken beau twas being cow warring utter oxymoron, whereby thy perfect match I do frankly admit foolishly out sourcing of (good NOT FAKE nor bad) grief emo shun hull distress disgraceful, which hide de lee recognize coveted prime mate, (who shared love of playing scrabble, and born same January 13th birthdate, yet six orbits thy senior) mine golden opportunity to lose, viz ma mish mashed aggravating huff flew vee yam this then young asinine buck unwittingly inflicted long forgot 'til ear layer t'day thee spouse showed me an photograph, when suddenly this lix spittle curmudgeonly bard unexpectedly experienced abysmal love stricken agony (that despite pro missing to pledge - while taking a knee - troth Abby Robin - hoo became thy lawful legal wife - of Jew whoosh heritage juiced like me, and knew instantaneously upon setting eyes this then boyish lad - hood bid tootle loo at bachelorhood, when she eyed thyself (wedded now deux plucks decades), though no moo nee tomb aye name, thus har courtship rocky, hen new idea how tubby affectionate, hence early married life pitched 'tween Scylla and Charybdis fondness (albeit ex post facto) hike queue this poetic beat (fashionably late love note) ye, whose Capricorn astrological sign didst bid eternal happiness now delayed repercussions I rue!