Bravura

Jubilant ray san perfidious allusion, an endeavour of condescension no longer in exultation. Despondency, euphoria, denseness madness. An ornate eccentric Anaheim of the Orient. Chant to me, did the cool autumn breeze flounce of your lonesome essences?

Sacrilegious. Besmirch. You, doesn’t fits it all. Enthral. Beguile concaved the maze of contentious. With a florid brilliant style you captivates me. The whimsical tang of your oracle tresses is tres heavenly.

And you are in my capricious superlative reveries, in all the poignant moment, in all the virtuoso time.

I'm off for cuti Hari Raya. Tata.