We
intuit for love, to dice for love, tugging at heart-rings.
Such
is ecstasy, a spell for spells, unveiled and naked.
A
soul is printed, a woman for love, a grave condition.
I’m
there for love, a feyic design, a sunlit love.
We
want for love, a certain love, indelible love. So affect
a
soul, inflect a tone, a mantra for love. Oh a waterfall,
a
vest of chills, a saturated tide. It’s more for dreams, to
swivet
love, icy warm, to swivet love.
I
rise to love, a scent for love, a storm for love. A woman
cries,
to scold for love, teary-eyed—an inmost love. We
journey
for light, for night to fall, a wall for love; but
never
for death, the kef of love, a couple’s love.
Ever
an inrush, a woman’s panacea, fraught with voltage.
We
die our lives, a symbol torn, warm for life. Such is
love,
a theme for love, a splendid love. Oh for rain, to
pain
a soul, a temper’s love.
