The sunrise woos me to wake up just as my beloved woos me to continue dreaming into day while she rides the train of love to endure her day of work, wooing me silently every breathing moment of the workday she suffers through, every twinge of her torn meniscus continuing to hobble her best intentions to run after me in triumph. What else can I tell you about my bedazzled beloved one? She inhibits her nimblest features which nonetheless radiate from her as from a goddess seated above Athens. Her tongue, usually hidden, can speak like rose petals in spring and acrobatically navigate two mother tongues, the sunrise and the sunset, while wooing me continuously.

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