...gentle breezes tickled the goosepimples of breathy lovers, caressing their love-slick bodies
oil of romance dripped, sizzling 'pon the ground of their windswept haven
their sighs matched the melodies the hollow sighs of our earth's lungs
for they the lovers budding life were the energy sustaining love...
Something to rouse the auspiciousness, the hopeful serenity, the gay serendipity of love found, and love whose losses are never feared, but embraced, and given breath to become the clearing for love planted anew, watered fresh, and grown again with purpose, praise, and peace...