While seeming to, it evanesces not, though transitory, it's unendingly present, only growing.
What doesn't it know, heart glistening, as if effervescing, shining within the gloaming?
Still the Sun's gleam is supreme within it. What is this love, this no-thing, be-ing?
Bird's trill, slip of moon, babe's coo, Summer's breeze, cupids arrow through to the marrow.
Challenge :) Short and Sweet (10): phrase: cupids arrow; with A.J.
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