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Homologate myself to retrospect to my past
To the modest times of meeting someone;
Tiffany, she was a girl who doubted that we would last,
After I endeavored to prove with her is where I belong.

I encountered Tiffany in Orlando, Florida in contention,
Which I genuinely won to excel at first place;
Tiffany did not seem noteworthy at first to my attention,
But I had gotten fond of her as I had really seen her face.

Tiffany had a glow of virtuous radiance as she smiled,
And I admit to falling hostage to such Nubian beauty;
I had never anticipated seeing someone of a style,
A style of sophistication, sexiness, and spunk truly.

I did not see Tiffany til two days after the first one,
Panting Tiffany as the tediously long day slowly passes;
Finally, at the ceremonial dance, I did not have fun
Til I saw her in the distance and doubted my sunglasses.

I took the paces which were harder than in quicksand
To see Tiffany, for whom my heart had been mesmerized;
I asked if she was dancing and she took my soft hand,
And placed them over her waist, then looked in my eyes.

I asked if Tiffany was seriously involved with another,
And she answered with that smile "Only you for now."
Then, we began dancing fast and I thought of no other;
Soon after, she took me from the dancefloor to sit down.

We initiated conversing about our hobbies and location;
Tiffany and I found out that we had so much in common;
Afterward, we began slow dancing with a new notation,
More intimacy and passion as I started humming.

Instantly, the ceremonial dance was over in a glance,
But we were in the same hotel yet on different floors;
Once we got outside, I still wanted to continue the dance;
Yet, Tiffany held my hand as the raindrops went to pours.

She really desired me to take her to her floor then room;
The moment we had gotten there, she had invited in,
I thought it was for something sexual or so I assumed,
But Tiffany saw that I was wet and did not want to sin.

So I trotted in the vacant room and saw no one else,
Then that was when it had miraculously taken place;
Kissing was how Tiffany and I had found ourselves;
After my very first kiss ever, I needed a tad of space.

I had my second French kiss that same night,
But I had to leave Tiffany's room for two due to curfue;
I called her and conversed for as long as you might;
We tried to steadily coverse about a thing or two.

The next morning, I helped Tiffany with bags on the bus;
If one very special kiss of mine goes deserted,
Then could there truthfully ever be an edified us?
Because nothing hurts more than the unworded.

May you please provide me with the answer?
What if fourteen kissess go deserted?
May you say what happens I am a bad dancer?
Why must the emotions for Tiffany go unworded?