i love a tree whose eyes our brown was born for me to make a sound that fans and waves with gentle branches the swaying ways of this enchanting is uncertain as the night. the mare who rides is by my side. my arab princess sister half heritage. and all will come together for this marriage.

OF HEART! TO PART! OF FLINT! AND STONE! (and whole)
no stone left behind
no passion undertoned
but slowly growing
the nose knows