Let’s make a covenant: let’s vow unto death, our sacred dream.
For indigo has flooded the skies, in honor of our debut. Thus
Unveil; present to soul the treasures of God. Else cloven and
Unsteady, my broken spirit. For the ambience is the essence of
Love. Wherefore we dine upon axioms, such candor, a kiss.
And the catalyst, divine in its touch. Whereby credence, a web
Of passion, rapport of lovers. Thus my love, texture of gold, we
Perish to live, alive, unto oceanic flames. Wherefore immortal,
Our dance, as gallant as nobility. And we dare to fly, mystic in
Our rapture. Whereby the sublime, a manifest vision, surging
Through our veins. Thus dolor, the depth of love, fantastic in its
Essence. And such nectar, alive in our souls, unto vibrant
Addiction. Wherefore satiated, such tender amore, our sacred
Blessing. Hence an inrush of rhapsody, unto sheer bliss.