A Stroll Through Tiffany’s

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 Tiffany’s may sell finery
But with our own cosmic design
Stamped and trademarked
(Yours and mine)
Baby’s Slow Melt Sunshine™
We create our own timeless love refinery ♥

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