Cupidity Crew

The mad. The mad.  The hat.  The hat.  The crow flies through the river.  He feasts on snakes the mess he makes sends my heart to shiver.  The golden tone of words unknown are flowing in fields of grain.  Standing straight; my lips, they break and the saga sold.  Feline havoc, savior mukluk.  Ancient promises, hearty love triumphs.  Droplets of joy, thoughts of Hanoi.  The embrace it keeps, the hands they leak, there is a fallen snow.  The secret colloquy unveiled the dream that let to the wed.