Love knows a trap when it sees one.
The two breathless beings poised uncertainly over the trail of crumbs
Is a clumsy clue.
Look up, you fools!
It watches you!
IV.
Love tiptoes on silken hooves.
Trailing those who wish to track it.
They recite the things that love should be,
But their whispers only mask its
Reality.
IX.
Stop with looking. Abandon the hunt.
Dance, and Love will slip into the steps.
Lovers, dance.
Look up, you fools!
It watches you!
IV.
Love tiptoes on silken hooves.
Trailing those who wish to track it.
They recite the things that love should be,
But their whispers only mask its
Reality.
IX.
Stop with looking. Abandon the hunt.
Dance, and Love will slip into the steps.
Lovers, dance.
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