Lovethlore, Act. I : The Despair.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ telling you love lores since 1830. ‎sad breeze flaps the sorry dancers of may, and the springtime has the chary cupid smart. now i must away with an obtuse heart, reminiscing the lovelorness whilst soul and body are apart; @prosaismbot.