In sync
Syncing in the feather in the ink deep,
Deeply, let the ink drip in sync,
Please
Let it swerve the flavor of love in black ink,
Heavenly, it's sented
While others would call it meek
Musty,
No not deep
Moving on, watch the paper crease
Watch it bleed a different calligraphy
Love is not written in black
Hate is more precise, accurate
discrete