In the mystical journey to the underworld, comes forth the glorifying journey to everlasting. The moonlight will soon rise like the phoenix in the streets of Paris. The river on the yacht of white cove will drive the rising outflow. The boulevard will chant the London Bridge in a forlorn disguise, as lovers unite into a devastating embrace to nowhere. Get lost to the freedom of the night, like the insomniacs, love birds who drunk the Blue Flame Shirley Temple. The drums will not cease; will go through the pumping arteries of black serenade as lovers begin to burgeon the pedestal of the Tower. The fireworks will make a dramatic silhouette against the stood-fast tower, and then everything collides. The hours will tick this gravitation. I just need you to hold tight as this journey ends, and as soon as to heavens great call. The greater calling will soon find our ways as to paradise lost we could be. We will find each other there, it’s your call, and you wait for mine. I was born to this mystique. And the aura of the halo you left me will be my engagement ring to the Altar. The angels will stand in row to make a choir of catastrophic voices in our wedding day. Your gown will latch your lattice of beige into my black tuxedo. This love story will make the night overwhelm the stars that had shone the top of Eiffel Tower. And it will shine forever.
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