Both Cradle Love

A Blanket the floor
A picnic basket
A guitar some wine
A full moon by candlelight
Fate has touched destiny
And now both cradle love

Writhing and twisting
In ancient rhythm
Vocal songs
Fly on wings
Taste of nectar

An artist's brush 
Freezes time
Echo's haunt
Memories stirred
Of magic

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