It dawned on him that he hadn't been the best husband.

So in the dead of the night, he planned to make things better.

First stop. . . channeling his inner Shakespeare

But Fear of rejection ate at his inner soul

Buring his feelings in a deep abyss,  he stood tall and recited at the top of his voice

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Waves of passion washed over her and she made no bones about showing it.

Sisi Jinx:

Buring his feelings in a deep abyss, he stood tall and recited at the top of his voice

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,

OMG!!!!!!!!!!! I love sonnet 18. . . .I memorized it for memory sake!

Sonnet 18 continued:

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

HeatFusion:

OMG!!!!!!!!!!! I love sonnet 18. . . .I memorized it for memory sake!

Hehehehehe. . . Sonnet 18 sets my heart on fire!!!

Now their relationship is in good shape.

Sisi Jinx:

Hehehehehe. . . Sonnet 18 sets my heart on fire!!!

lol, abi o. . . .

@post
What is love, if not for the serpent that preys on your heart? If captured, the heart is encompassed in thorns, feeling its stings and pain.
The heart rarely escapes the clutches of Love. How could it? It cannot withstand the black holes that sucks it into its own dimensions of pain, joy, lust, and lies.

HeatFusion:

OMG!!!!!!!!!!! I love sonnet 18. . . .I memorized it for memory sake!

Sonnet 18 continued:

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

Shakespeare is a fountain of Metaphors.

HeatFusion:

@post
What is love, if not for the serpent that preys on your heart? If captured, the heart is encompassed in thorns, feeling its stings and pain.
The heart rarely escapes the clutches of Love. How could it? It cannot withstand the black holes that sucks it into its own dimensions of pain, joy, lust, and lies.

Awww Ruby, you had me at. . What.

Me too! joking.

na wa o! see as Cleopatra & Queen of Sheba dey mesmerize ds place wt meta4s . dem don blow my mind

My mum walked into my room like a centipede with 98 missing legs

I'm in stitches

epi:

My mum walked into my room like [/b]a centipede with 98 missing legs

@all

A METAPHOR IS A FIgure of speech in which an expression is used to refer to something that it does not literally denote in order to suggest a similarity [b]WITHOUT THE USAGE OF LIKE OR AS.

Right now, I am colder than a witch's tit in a New York snow storm

I'm obsessed with the glistening stars in your eyes.
Especially when its sparkling dust glistens, putting to shame the eyes of heaven

HeatFusion:

I'm obsessed with the glistening stars in your eyes.
Especially when its sparkling dust glistens, putting to shame the eyes of heaven

datz a bomb! _{shey d guy no scatter ur brain wt it?}

HeatFusion:

I'm obsessed with the glistening stars in your eyes.
Especially when its sparkling dust glistens, putting to shame the eyes of heaven 

Nice one Ruby, the words just flow flawlessly.

goodass:

datz a bomb! _{shey d guy no scatter ur brain wt it?}

LMAO, it's not about anybody o, na just the emotion of the moment

Sisi Jinx:

Nice one Ruby, the words just flow flawlessly.

Thank you, aunty.
Coming from you, this means a lot

Aunty?!! A dagger through my heart, Ruby.

ds place is a furnace?

Sisi Jinx:

Aunty?!! A dagger through my heart, Ruby.

LOL, why na? My words are not the fountain of youths that counts your years, but one which allows you to drink from my fountain of respect





_{If that makes sense. But you know what I mean}

You've got a Niagara falls of words there don't ya

Nice!!

Thank you my dear, your words are the fuels that carries my rocket beyond the skies, so I can reach the stars

LOL, now you are just showing off

She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, the sound a dog makes before it throws up

The texture of a petal
The sparkling luster of golden brown eyes
The soft black feathers of a raven
The stolen ivory of an african elephant
The dark lines that runs above her eyes
And the magnificent defination of a killer shark

all gifted to me by the Father Lord that made me.


CAN ANYONE GUESS WHAT I JUST CLAIMED ABOVE?

Try obscurity

HeatFusion:

The texture of a petal
The sparkling luster of golden brown eyes
The soft black feathers of a raven
The stolen ivory of an african elephant
The dark lines that runs above her eyes
And the magnificent defination of a killer shark

all gifted to me by the Father Lord that made me.


CAN ANYONE GUESS WHAT I JUST CLAIMED ABOVE?

who else but HeatFusion! u r a furnace, sooooo sooo hotttt!