For love we will


The course of true love has never been straight
So, let’s make our own paths, forget people
We are artists, it’s what we do, create
Set apart from clichés, it’s our circle

A pair of scissors, a love dummy, glue,
Glitter tape, balloons, two cardboard papers
A table large enough and clean for two
We’ll make love, we’ll make questions and answers

We’ll need a sculptor to make our babies
But we are skilled enough to colour them
One will be Capricorn, the next Aries
They’ll have blue eyes, brown skins and golden phlegm

We’ll find love in a hopeful place, surely
Rihanna was wrong, her skill was baggy


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