Love Settles In Bone Marrow
Love broken down to the finest points,
penetrated by infinite thoughts.
In the aiming distance of cupids bow and arrow.
Ascending with love on the back of a sparrow,
holding on to my sombrero,dropped in golden yarrow.
love settles in bone marrow,
we trample on golden yarrow
lovely we dance
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