“How sweet is love…
And she blows when she kisses,
How sweet is love,
And she whispers when she kisses,
How sweet is love.
How sweet is she…
I'd say do it very carefully and gradually. If it were me I'd see if she'd even talk to me. And then take it step by step. I'd apologize for the rest of my life of course. Just don't give up. Even though this was a depressing entry, I liked the flow of the words. Pointless comment, sorry.
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."