I Want You In Entirety; Not In Part



I Want You In Entirety; Not In Part
Look At Me, With That Angle; My Sweet-Heart

I Don’t Know What One Calls It: By What Name?
It’s Some Thing Else Yes, It’s Not Just A Game

What Makes The Stars So Lovely, And So Sweet?
What Makes A Night So Fondling, Blithe, Up Beat?

Why Counterpart Turns Angel? Sprite-Smart
Why Twined Creepers Stay Twined? Want Not To Part

It’s Nothing Else But Love It’s Love! Pure Love
Look At Me, With That Angle; My Sweet Dove

Those Milky-Worlds: Are Rendezvous Forlorn
But, We’ll Rise For The Love, When It’s Wet Morn

That Morn, Which Turns Blood-Red For Valentine
That Martyr: Yet, Pours In Rose-Buds, Red Wine

We’ll Then Exchange Those Rose-Buds:    And Our Hearts
Our Want Is For Entirety  Not For Parts


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