The Gut of Love

If I have to be a love
I will love to be a wine
sipped to the throat pipe
drowsy you like a doze

If I have to be a love
I will love to be an angel
coming down to your jell
blessing you with daily meal

If I have to be a love
I will love to be an ocean
where you swim to clean
the dirty that cause a pain

If I have to be a love
I will love to be a bird
tricking you with sound
for you to dance and tend

If I have to be a love
I will love to be a wind
blowing up your mind
till the happy go round

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