When Lambs Dance Their Delight

When lambs dance their delight
and tight-packed buds, invincible, erupt in glorious flames

I will love you.

When earth is clothed in light
and kites, red-robed, stretch languid wings to soar above the clay

I will love you.

When vagrant swifts take flight
and mighty stags in potent pride lock horns to roar their claims

I will love you.

When trees are painted white
and night, assassin, strikes with rime-glazed knife to fell the day

Still, I will love you.
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