On a smooth buttery morning
With offers of love
And no forewarning.
The kisses are deep,
The heart is true
As accepted
As I am despite the blues.
It's a fairly dense
Okay day
When all I want
Is to talk and play.
The conversations
Are golden,
The soup is hot
And very soon
With me you have got
Love's clear principle
Defined on
A smooth buttery morning--
Something divine.
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