The Love Machine (2)
It reaches down as heaven sent forth
With velvet wings to earthly port,
To lovers on the verge of love’s command,
To follow through with heaven’s plan.
Love machines running on sweet perfume,
Assembled from the scent of rose’s bloom,
Flood the mystic skies and cast a spell
Upon the hearts of lovers fare-thee-well.
Send them down thy melodic perfumed breath,
That they may live in love until a lovely death.
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