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Love's Song
a marriage made in heaven and forged in a slow cooker
seasoned by the seasons
marinated by life's illusions
we emerge from our sleep - deeply in love
our hearts and minds clear - at one
now grayed out in decline
i am your eyes and you are my ears and legs
our love beyond limbic passions
glowing, sparkling, dancing, laughing
as pure and innocent as spring rain
no single being can endure such joy
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