a curious sense of  PLACIDITY ROLLS IN WITH TIDE  silver-sprent waters stretching on past what bare eyeâs gaure allows one to view and glittering with reflections of the celestial.  there is not silence, nor is there any trace of  CACOPHONY, all chaos reduced to naught but distant recollections thanks to presence of another  ;  louder than minimal soundings of environs is steadied thumping of heart in his ears, and soon after,  softly spoken syllables that flow from behind rose-tinted lips.  and though orchestra is not given PERMISSION to commence triumphant symphony, delitescent hopes not given crucial acquiescence in order for them to  SWELL ( for such an  a b e r r a t i o n from typical behaviour is  INTRACTABLE  enough without keeping in mind the merciless way that time  TICKS INTO OBLIVION ââââ afternoons turned golden by summer sunlight and bliss of tenderness  ARE  to be cherished,  but cannot last  FOREVER,  although he wishes that were the case ),  echt smile finds place upon physiognomy.  gentle is he in giving smaller hand a squeeze,  in drawing the blonde closer into his arms,  and though given response is laconic, it is fearlessly laced with  GENUINITY, a true rarity from such a speaker.  Â
