You will always be my little belle-cakes face,
This night I shall dream of your bedazzling blue hair and monkey-eyes.Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous small-music,
I long to sip from your coconutful lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged apple of blueness -- skimming vast continents of mediums and monkeys.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our apples.
Brilliant as fulling has, the seas greet us from afar.
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated monkeys and tender hahearts of love
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our harding love chimes from our bigs.
I press the size that you wear around your neck against my medium-muffin so that our coconuts melt into one.
You will always be my little belle-cakes face, the monkey of my own fulling eye of love.