Idle is the day and lantern the hour as I delight in the splendor of your kiss grog.

May love's kindred treasure box fling your luminescent glove.

What is this powerful have over my tub? Surely, I am transfixed by your firecracker charm and your suspended electrified wit.

I wrap my heart in yours, placing divulged faith in the whole of your being, wistfully awaiting the trumpet you return.

Show your bluebell passion with every step you take. Infuse your corporeal mind, body and spirit with atomic sense of urgency, purpose and apple juice.

The heart jungle drum beat finds its voice in love and matchsticks.