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The Tale Of Mr Sagittarius And Lady Libra
Mr Sagittarius, Man of Fire, among the trees,
Sat down and fashioned arrows out of wood and flint with ease.
Then passing, Lady Libra, who despite her grace and airs,
Was captured by the flame in him, so hid, and watched him there.
His craftsmanship was beautiful, he carved with speed and skill,
She sensed his softer music even though he'd trained to kill.
Our Archer took an arrow, raised his bow and stilled his mind,
The arrow sailed, and punctured through the tree she hid behind.
So here he found our Lady, and was spellbound by her eyes,
As bright as ...
You are something
Beyond classification or description.
Smoke and fire,
Like you grew from the ground
Or were mined from the red earth.
Just like Saigon Cinnamon.