This hermit stood on the grassy hill to look beyond the lovers coast. And whoa as me. I saw charon leading a certain coyote across to the place Romeo starts to toast. Where both raging rivers meet he'll toss in a diamond ring. And all that's asked in return is that you drape a burka over those wings. Magnifying arrows fired at random reveled traces of a civil war. Possibly the mare dragging itself thru her lovers tar. Maybe the beast just grew to hate his flowery saddle. Or more than likely the sirens lead childish Justine's ship to the place her heart grows dust on the mantel. Looking away in disgust I vowed rather then poison my mind with the sitcom flavored nourishment I'd build a pair of wax wings to fly high enough to reach some actual encouragement. But to be frank if I ever find the key out of my basement I'd probably find myself trapped in your glass encasement.

Either way Happy valentines day

Oh, I like that.