SHEW YE THE SUMPTUOUS LOVE

The world may be mucked and mired by thorns of mysteries, but my love to thee will forever remain unquenchable, like eternal blue flame of life.

As fair as the early morning rising dom, ‘n’ as majestic as nightly luna
Lo, my dama, so shall I continue to shew ye, my sumptuous love.

As more as ye want, as more as ye desirez, so shall I ultra gratify you with pleasurable hot bath and romance after your tiring day.

Let thy Prada on thine body be mine to pull down, let thy bossom be mine to feed on, let thy fever be mine to heal, Lo my dama. ’cause I shall continue to shew you my sumptuous love now and forever.

Just you and I, O’ thy gracia sofa, up to the moon, shall I takes thou,
To maketh thee feast with the stars of thy dreams, ‘n’ sing with the radical moon.

How lofty is thy breast? How caliente is thy breath, should I ride us more wild?

’cause, as more as ye want, as more as ye desirez, so shall I ultra gratify you with pleasurable hot bath and romance.

So shall I continue to shew you
My sumptuous love aft, Thy tiring day.

Lo, my dama, my Breanne.
Lo my dama my Breanne.

In as much as I live,
to fulfill my promise.
I love you very much