My nose tangled
In your curls,
Never mind,
Love the way
Your curls
Smell
My love jangled,
at your feet,
never mind,
love the
anklets
jingling
My soul spread
at your door,
never mind,
love the
dust
waiting
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Love and art! ! ! Act of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.