Monday, 5 March 2012

Aramaic



-Espavo

 Arany sweetheart , little angel!   I had simply a wonderful day. very peaceful and relaxing But even good things come to an end, and so I must beg leave, in the words of the immortal Napoleon``not tonight my sweet Josesphine``.

Maybe I swallowed a fly(practicing my Aramaic) or just sniffed a snootful of glue too many. Or maybe I am just tired. In any case, I feel like Zeus giving birth to Athena--out of the top of his block head. Also known as headache.

But still, Csillagom...I just wanted you to know ...maybe..O`keefe was wrong to protest so much. I look at roses and think of you, and now I even have occasion to blush upon emerging from my shower, seeing as your pixie smile is first to greet my nakedness. LOL

I know as a doctor you pay such things no mind--but there is hope for you yet! Have a little something in your Sprite for me. Rest your head upon my dream tonight and I will woo you like a nightingale!

Kiss you all over,
Indigo

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