For all the wild ways of love.

Oh delighted breath'
how merry-go-rounds are comparable to love

The circle heart, the clock face soul

The round table seating
.....all,

How the thrill of holding hands, griped around
And feeling free

As all the wild horses run
And Gallop next to thee,

For all the wild ways of love, would come around
And not be tamed

The carousel a fleeting heart , where wildness 
Comes so neatly framed.