Loveology by Nightingales

September 21, 2009
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You kissed me with your green tea

Singing a melody that harangued
the sweet silence of night

Ingales, their darkness unwavering
in the yellow light of the sun

Beams on our intertwining hands
We are in bliss

Tering, at war with the glass
shards underneath our soles

Our souls, desperate to know if there must be more to this path

Ology, psychology, loveology
There is no final destination in
The idea of love

on and on
on and on

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