ROMANCE IS ALIVE

I love you so much that if I blew kisses at you it could wipe verrucas

off your toes

I love you so much that my desire has caused all my digits to become

phalluses and now I have too many multi-cocks to service and my job

is at risk (no one wants to read emails where each letter has been

typed by an individual sex cylinder)

I love you so much that when I look at your image my eyes turn into

sand and pour out of my face like a glacier weeping