A Stroll Through Tiffanys
Of all the gems this earth offers There are none as fine As your eyes on mine None as blissed As that little blue boxed gift That when the lid lifts There is a molten kiss of your lips Not one as spectacular As that longing look Of passion without a price That feeds this soulful paradise Darlin Tiffanys may sell finery But with our own cosmic design Stamped and trademarked (Yours and mine) Babys Slow Melt Sunshine We create our own timeless love refinery ♥
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