Shows not the softest candlelight
whence springs pheromonal insight
as tenderness finds wings for flight
two generate true current bright?
Dwells not in magic spell a part
to warmly welcome counterpart?
No story’s glory may there be
without complementarity
which weaves warp, weft, proactively
to spin cocoon serenity
dissolving walls, near, far apart,
soon spanned, refusing hard rampart
Two glow serene as empathy
eliminates, disparity,
giving, taking, flowing free
kaleidoscope in harmony.
Swells not to tenderness one part
but part responds, hearts love impart.
Contentment scents sincerity,
Man, maid soon braid eternity,
seed need, need seed, as two, in key,
days’, nights’, delights, in verity
all flows together, heart to heart,
artless ardour’s stars’ compart.
No discord and no cord we see
disturb, perturb, love’s symphony
whose magic music minstrelsy
mocks locks, blocks shocks, cacophony,
as Venus, Mars, through Cupid’s dart,
invent warm universe apart.
Shows not the softest candlelight
whence springs this source of second-sight?
Bells chime not to old echo quite,
new notes lend throat to rhyme delight,
know neither end nor vulgar start,
as all streams from destinned depart.
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