Love for him is a splintered hand that chucks the moon,
Love for him is the unforgiving bartender that after much chiding gets the better of the drunk customer,
Love for him makes the river turn gold with white splashes of silver--the fishes turns to gold dust at the instance of light,
Love for him is the point of a gun aiming at the first sight of thunder and missing,
Love for him is a dew in the morning-the cold ground and the perspiration on his back-he smacks his lips and looked at the vapors of his breath,
Love for him transgresses occasionally--he lost sight of his destination,
and love for him is the flapping of the wings-the rays of the sun-the amber of a candle-the smell of a baby in a cradle...
Love for him is the unforgiving bartender that after much chiding gets the better of the drunk customer,
Love for him makes the river turn gold with white splashes of silver--the fishes turns to gold dust at the instance of light,
Love for him is the point of a gun aiming at the first sight of thunder and missing,
Love for him is a dew in the morning-the cold ground and the perspiration on his back-he smacks his lips and looked at the vapors of his breath,
Love for him transgresses occasionally--he lost sight of his destination,
and love for him is the flapping of the wings-the rays of the sun-the amber of a candle-the smell of a baby in a cradle...
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