A true lady, in love with space.
A true lady leaves space wherever space requests to be.
Where answers carbonate,
and bottom lines rise.
A true lady allows space to do what it came to do:
spoil her rotten with solutions at no cost.
Space is the most charming man a lady could ever know.
Objecting at the very sight of her lifting a finger.
Hard work on a lady is a nightmare to space.
And space is no nightmare to a lady.
Space doesnβt leave her empty. He leaves her smothered in assurance.
Richer. Clearer. Surer. Softer than his last kiss.
Trusting was hard at first.
But he kissed her head. Healed her wounds.
How beautiful to watch tough turn easy.
Space, the most charming man a lady could ever know.
Youβ¦you.