So much so my Love

So much so.
All the way.
One true gush.
A night we could marry.

When we were magnified again.
The adoring dear so dear.

So that we can be beaming.

So we can feel it all again.
So that we can me made.

Opal night we kept riding way out to China Camp.
The mesmerize.
The pouch of the moon orange pink glow like Dali.
We were singing.

All the grain we carried gruff now gone.
All our throttle smooth.

You made me in time.