Dear Cur Blanc de Couer ~
Wire carefully, Leonardo, thusly, these grooves match
With precision for a precise adjustment,
Thus we can slip you around a passage in spiral beyond
What any eye can see.
Lamp ~ shade although I can be,
I feel the letters with my fingers.
The Garden of A Child of Braille, sees points of hammer,
Reports the history of our painting to me.
Astutely, dear dog,
Unthread this groove, which closes me with key
In my room without you.
The eye of The Rover Spirit sees
Without visibility ~ us fine, although all our naps
deteriorated, in one way or another, without you ~
So I invent what only you know I feel my heart can
Be without you here with us.
As for the marriage of the contact and the word,
As well, the marriage contract, yes, coming along.
An eye for three.
Run your paw across my hidden texture,
Optics ~ touch The Illumination ~ Sight without gifted
Visibility, although, still, with the urgency,
And capture it.
Captions, I will later add,
Modeled on our feeling, on our
Vocabulary, and your manner to me.
Be a good puppy, mon cher, mon petite cur blanc.
Folly says,
Hey ~ !
See you shortly.
Love,
Twittering LSTOO & Folly IAG