It's Just Sounds and Syllables When I Say I Love You
Serendipity and pink petals
Pretty penumbra of pastiche
Here I appear with pure clarity
On my log raft along the Susquehanna
Chatoyant such a cynosure
The efflorescence of love in bucolic
Lilt halcyon on my agarwood stage
Dulcet and felicity, a beautiful elixir
Sempiternal, summery of wherewithal
Eloquence is an ephemeral, an elision
The illusion of sentences that do not make sense
For this is not meant to be understood
This is beauty, the sounds of syllables.
Pretty penumbra of pastiche
Here I appear with pure clarity
On my log raft along the Susquehanna
Chatoyant such a cynosure
The efflorescence of love in bucolic
Lilt halcyon on my agarwood stage
Dulcet and felicity, a beautiful elixir
Sempiternal, summery of wherewithal
Eloquence is an ephemeral, an elision
The illusion of sentences that do not make sense
For this is not meant to be understood
This is beauty, the sounds of syllables.
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