Hopeful in my bedroom

In mine boudoir

Frozen and crystallized

Sewing mine fret

A dream that dances


Do metals feel?

Oh no!

Do woods emote?

If Love really is for all.


Time I believe culprit is

Destiny And, is accountable


Why can’t I eat mine honey?


Ah yes, all together—-Goes

As the shoe fits to us—-Both

To-morrow lovers we become

Like two-in-one!


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