xox for mossimo

i want to write on your cheeks a poem from the heart with my passionate lips. then skip, down to the fruitfull oassis, where harvest is on awaits with the crops from the heaven readily to cut up them to save. and down to the line, where spring is on the bloom and swing is on the crave wish i could have write all over the heavens a poem from the heart with the passionate lips (rm)