Bones of Love
“Bones of love”, you say,
“How rather odd”, you add.
“Deportment dear fellow,
confident love there stays”.
“Surely love is unconstrained?”, you say.
“It takes love for knitting and weaving!”.
“Ah, the great Inventor loves His craft?”, you ask.
“Indeed 'ol chap, indeed!” ~
“and ergonomically, He maintains His love too.”
“What of bitterness and bones?” You ask.
“There, you see the heart converses with bones, weaving fables of hope, true tales of love, kindness, and romance.”
“Oh? Romance? Romancing the bones”, laughing.
“Mirth, my dear fellow and romance of the soul and heart, bursts love into yearning bones, the architecture of love!”
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