Kindred soul I sing to you
My heart agleam in disarray
Embowered by the words I speak
Riddles none of them to be
Nursery rhymes and pleasantries
They go astray cast in the night
Perchance they may just find your ear
Or forever drift in space
Attach to it I dare a tune
Lest some cold narrative you see
Not void of love mistakenly
But seen for prose unto thee
From Orion’s heated loins
The birthing place of suns and stars
A quiver in my soul does stir
Just to view a lover’s face
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