It grows babies when to combine
May the man came at home or forget to have come
she dreamed of a divine miracle
who would have turned the wheel of destiny
when they were young and pure as both
He looked embarrassed about children
not open to the woman looked round
white lipped and close near the laundry boards
smack of food and talk and wires
with too many tears kept the chip
and stone-and the
It grows with love baby
only her mirror
a veil between the two giant frozen ocean
silence farm and a land of island 
intrigue of Amazons sirens
sugary temptations eternal beautiful fire