Once upon a day so fine I was chatting with me and mine. Quite unexpectedly you entered my conversation betwixt and between language, sea, and possibilities.
Your mind and mine danced a dance of enchanting trance to complicated to be by chance. With a coffee and a smile we would sit and chat a while.
Each word an exhilaration of my soul; a euphoric stimulation in cerebration. Oh how addicting thine psyche is to mine in desire most divine.
Your sharpness refreshing as a spring breeze; I stand in the wind of you in a state of pure intoxication. With these words I beg and plead that thine favor I do not misspend.
For you are my savant muse, and in humility and gratitude, I admit I am most habituated in the arms of your profoundness. I pray to never lose thine favor for I would be left wanting.