The course of love, you'll notice
Sentimentally attuned
Is partnered by what, in song
Streams one of our species along;
Pebbly-leaping; opportuned.
Having dried up, more takes shape
Empathatically absorbed
Drips evening's veil, without sound
As low ranked dewing, hangs round.
Low key drizzling, hung orbed.
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