The Lovers-Root Is A White-Flower

The month does but shiver with joy with the tears of a snow-drop little-bells, buoyant, green and cloy ringing, beyond the hilltops. The lovers-root is a white-flower on Valentine's Day thus it performs both, sweet and sour piercing the walls of shy Cathay. Kisses mingle like wild woodbines as brownish blue jays mêlées in the eaves they're limbs, entwined, like-vines need only the wind which now cleaves. Violets stir in that amethyst snap! She's my oracle, hears my lover sings- and awakens from her frozen nap, a mortal being with wings.