Float into delicate ears.

A toast to my dearest friends.
Who's ear's delicately hug their sweet heads.
And thoughts within race with complex expectations.
As the air thickens within your rooms
my concern's for you are like animations.
I imagine what you think but I cannot draw you. Oh, this situation.
There is magic around you but I cannot see the stars.
Something to write about but only you are on my Mars, and how you are, how you love.
What's your dove? Flower? Crystal? Bone?
Miriads of tones, loving caresses moan.
Moaning lovers hone in in droves of interesting debates.
Thank you and Good Night.