amour
If you try to love me through the question mark, you better stop; (do not). Nor even any dot upon the «i», on me, do not annex. With apostrophes, do not express yourself in the sight of my eyes. Neither a dash, don't use, nor even the round parentheses. Hyphens, hiatus, or small abbreviations, the comma, or the mark of exclamation, or even a semicolon, if it will seem to you on your handy, use it without error. Instant. Give up on making the corrections. Forget about any suffix, prefix, or all syllables. Also, at thous of interjections and numerals or anything might be. They are the proves that our love was written for being played and spoken only at plural. The vowels, like fruits, predicted by the flowers of a cherry tree, and metaphors in discreet onomatopoeia, will turn each sense in epithets… or, in ellipses inside this barbarous amour, to ride (with me and you), a new grammar's texture.
