Love's well worth
all catastrophes led
and leading on from
the storybook ends
towards which we direct
our cunning means,
and find ever after's
a beginning it seems.
Love's well worth
every dripping dip
from its hope-soaked rope
so well-bucket equipped
- since the well runs full,
we don't dip too far 'til
we both fall in.
At a penny a wish!
With all doors and all windows
flying ajar in the witch-house
with which this well belongs.
So gingerbread cottage and cheesing out
in innumerable songs we don't have
to believe. But the option is there.
And apparently does not deceive.
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