The empty glove

The geometry and the art of  longtime love
Beautiful,unfeeling but still charmed
The lamp, the teapot, and the empty glove

From the soil to to clouded sky above
Nature innocent shall us disarm
The geometriy, the art of  moulding love

The horses once rode by and here’s the trough
Rusted with no diamonds  nor dried palms
The lamp, the teapot, and the empty glove

What we  have must last.,must be enough
Or we may be in Galilee  becalmed
The  hatred and  the art of  moulding love

Here’s a man, I think I’ll have him stuffed
Keep him  in the yard to evil warn
The lamp, the  hero, and the soulless glove

Nature ripens, lambs will soon be born
Lovers tangle in the thoughtless corn
The know how and the art of  making  love
The lamp, the teapot, and the Nazi glove

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