An epic love

Before winter could pass on warmth

the spring had bedecked my door

there in it were thousand snares in it

rather than the leaves of grass

I waited with a patient brim hat

toppling it sideways to know the gap

between the world and its alien races

who fight the terrorists who are fat

The tunes forming for love all the

castles in the air and loose hope

I am still a loose on honey and call

the sweet a queen with the head

and before they begin to walk

I must have left the snare of spring

causing Love’s dose an epic love.

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