• Where were we, before the age of the phones
Now that are renewed and more.
Options to keep the complications minimal...
And complexities of life misconstrued...
And created by misrepresentation of the oral kind.
Today, speak of the age of glory with our many options…
How we have a means to simplify communications through letters of passion upon the rudimentary effect of the internet.
The complexity of the cell phones with its now…
Tragically awaited in many options.
What is the significance in that?
But where is the passion in that over screened?
But ye of little faith?
My dear sir, you can still find epics of passion in the awaited written form.
Where are you Scarlet of the letter?
And Cupid to write my next trilogy?
The masterpiece?
The significance of my pen upon paper to breed light of feelings,
And keep my heart awaiting the next release….
To publicly give light to my imagination and fantasy?
I am a fan to the point I cry if attention does not grasp recognition to the feelings of my heart that need to be released in novelist form.
Baby, can you be my top writer then?
The next realistic portrayal on the Screen Play of the top selling Romantic Comedy?
Before the phones, baby we were the legendary pen palls….
Giving men light to the dreamers of modern…
Before we were upon the internet…
The text, and the blog…
We were true poets to casts dreams for the romantics, the glorious few….
Were are the clairvoyants of words…
Stories and new epiphanies…
Baby loose your control…
Letting you feelings upon the paper guide you…
Letting your pen be your guide, orchestrated by your mind…
Your mind to give glorious composition…
And your heart be the fuel to give presumptuous truth!
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