We ride the reverse-gravity fairground slide, my lover and I, reaching new elevations with bonny ease. No more the stairs; no more the punishing toil; only new vistas of meadows bonny, of petals newborn, in each and every sunrise.
There is no heaven greater than what a true lover brings, for lovers united by the divine spirit bring out the best in one another.
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