And there she lay,
Soft and caressed
From the love of above,
Moist as a dewy May day.
Songs, scattered on trees there.
Squirrels, scampering, childishly play;
Skittering, chasing their tails fair,
Innocent games unestrayed.
For out of such passion
They say came
Such peace as only from God
The booms of the flesh
Comingled by light
Shock with the strike of such love
How couldn\'t no life come forth from such union?
Or peace from such pounding of sills?
Such wind causes breath to sweep in confusion
Such worries we prayed would be killed.
So here now we lay, apart in our parts,
Gazing at once at once was.
Instilled in our souls, a part of our hearts
Still lays with that part which is ours.