today's theory indicated love has been defined as an integral extracted out of exactly moment when I saw you for first taken from the infinite on the function, (I), — argued as being the ratio of any variation due to my body's methodology and soul's constancy, You, growing in my mind, walking through my dreams, without any option, without perceiving the nasty of me needing you, [not as spouses] but as the maneuvers' friends.

Just a bit earlier, someone told me, — I'm beautiful as  the moon is rising , and if you want to,  I'll stand by you . The fact that one who flattered me was already 100 and some years old, didn't hurt me with such petty deets, contrariwise, stole a smile from me. ‧ And I know it saw me clearly. I swear. Also, because it wasn't even escorted. Although it's true, it indeed stumbled about three times, but I put all of these on the part of my dazzling beauty 🤪, a beauty like a musical arrangement or, at times, just like a tune's lyrics do.