The heart jungle drum beat finds its voice in love and matchsticks.
Dear is your heart and close your hand, I relinquish all to love’s dysmorphic command.
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.
Stars that shine bling in the moon night, might I find true love sqirreled away tonight?
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