Tossing Pebbles
Of stones (and/or) pebbles
I do prefer the latter
Like a quiver filled
Or an arrow loosed
Though with sting soft transmuted
A lover's quarrel
Or a crossbow's string
A wooden frame augmented
Like dust in the wind
Or fruit on the vine
Would my lover deign to pick
Apple of my eye?
Or mind a dreaming?
When I will tell you no lies
Though true whilst at rest
Or by light of day
For my eyes sparkle for you
Starry eyed by love
Or by moonlit skies
Vault this vault, spring forth in spring
Be sunset and vine
Or creep like shadow
Promising a (single/fleeting) time
Is not all we'll share
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