Like a Love Poem
Like swans in white plumed matrimony,
Like lightning seeking the antennae’s kiss,
Like gifts that cuddle under the Christmas tree,
Like box and ribbons in their tight embrace,
Like a key matching tumblers of a lock,
Like a snow-fluff fur of a baby kitten
Like Americans with their mighty hawk,
Like a hat to head, and hands to mittens,
Like lonely thymine craves her adenine,
Like white-tail drawn to moisture of a lake,
Like a proton drawn to his opposite,
Like pure icing pristine on fluffy cake,
It is natural, blue as open sky
A beautiful formula. You and I.
Wren
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