love poem 1
A parting fleece gave her comfort as she biolumenesced, then,
I could hardly have loved her more.
so soft her petals, so soft her lips, to gentlest eye, I imparted my kiss.
So strung to forget my pride this is how I died in love;
Cybelle’s watchful prawn, sprite, and puck endear’d us and we, together in love, endear’d each-other.
