Silly poem generator

Using Markov Chains, this tool generates silly poems.

Only one of stone,
  behind was that afternoon,
  hundreds,
  before we had sworn,
  immaculate. 
It changed everything. 
Summer noon,
  trying not hundreds of my thoughts,
  has been lost in thoughts,
  running for me,
  despite your might,
  running for sure,
  wonderful as heaven,
  and fear was then,
  like an act,
  joy,
  slowly she has been lost in thoughts,
  leaving footprints on with utter laziness,
  slowly,
  i portray myself as heaven,
  when happened,
  who dominates my mind as tiny spots far away,
  wonderful as her cup of affection and bushes. 
Sweaty palms and sticky weather. 
What could i was then, life of those names she looks brighter than the moonlit night and theories, has. 
How her eyes,
  special was that is the shop,
  fogging the floor,
  excitement and theories,
  to this never will i forget the pavement of light,
  they weren t one but they make me to do such an eclipse,
  so is the memory lane will it be her cup of,
  they make me chuckle,
  in fact. 
Sitting by the palms, when happened, never ending universe. 
It changed hands in fact. 
Adorable,
  stepping on the transition was time,
  by the pavement of a world without her to dampen from my home,
  though it was minutes away,
  efforts not because i cannot recollect the blinding blackness. 
Miles, joyful we chanted to deep red steak.