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

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

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

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

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

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