From ev’rything u read
And ev’rything u see
It is easy 4 one 2 reason
That Love is absent
That Love is on the run
From Anger, Pride, and Fear
That Love has abandoned us (2 a dire Fate, a loveless State)
And her daughters, Mercy and Grace, are not here
But lo, a jug tips
a pantry door opens
And Love, barely draped, skips
(Thru a garten of planets and stars)
A chain of flowers
Above her hips
The scent of lilac
Behind her ears
And across her lips
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