You have the sacrificial knife and,
I have the sacrificial meal;
It bears the inscription of love,
However, your eyesight is more important than you think.
The sacrificial meal,
With the muse of your sweet love;
Always around to share with you,
Knowing what our hearts need on this love.
These days i found that your heart is letting us know more what your mind try to share....flavor of life, too diverse to taste but we are too afraid to try new...thinking heart may not enjoy it
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Crafty poem, You and I we both are in peace. Full marks.10