The lips that follow your arms follow your smile.

The soul is a party balloon; it rises on a ribbon of love.

Words are wily wizards; they wise up the wanton world.

Beauty is so magical her lovers tend toward bacchanal.

The cry of the first baby created the first civilization.

The blue flower contains the yellow sun.

Home is whir, slosh and hum; with soft sounds peace and rest come.

Dark chocolate is a unicorn, the lover’s tongue its forest home.

Music is quite magical; it makes love, “Oh, so tangible.”

Food is a great sorcerer; it silences untamed tongues.

As the sun burns and the glaciers ice over so the human heart grows hot and cold.

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