Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle, and even your breasts smell of it. While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies. I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth. How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans. My words rained over you, stroking you. A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. I go so far as to think that you own the universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I have a gun,
Get in the van.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I want to order pizza,
And watch Netflix with you.

-Rep Cheats on Pokemon Go, also likes to take toys from children's hospitals honestly despicable.

Me: Hi you, how's Thailand / Laos / wherever the hell you are?

Him: Back at Cassa Davidson. But they were all great thanks.

Me: Oh my god! You're home? I've forgotten my embarrassment; I'm so excited to be talking to my old friend again.

Him: Certainly am. Want to meet up soon?

Me: Yes, I'd love to. It's been too long. As soon as you've recovered from your jet lag you have to come round. I'm living in Holloway now and working in a gorgeous little cafe, Te Quiero, you'll love it!

Him: I've heard. I miss you Jess, it's been over a year.

Me: I know, I miss you too. I'm so sorry that I never came to your leaving – things were messy back then. When can you visit? Wednesday?

Him: Might have to help out at the restaurant, I'm skint, but I'll let you know.

Me: Amazing, can't wait! XX

Him: Me neither. X

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
White wine costs less,
Than dinner for two.