Love unfolds its recesses,
As the petals of spring flower,
And humming bees window hour by hour.
The mind takes post on eyes’ gate way,
And the prey it targets for ideal hay.
The yellow gay wears the mask of spring,
Rubbing skin and pendulum swing ring and ring.
The monotony of the same-sail rail diverse tracks,
In mind’s sky run and float the hawks,
Lullaby lullaby trip the primrose and paper flower,
The chemistry’s juice rises from libido’s bower.
From tiny huts to gorgeous palaces,
Through Nature’s procreation run the races