Verily I say unto thee that you error in your understanding as also perceptions ?
God is not a Father of the dead yet living; for all live unto Him their spirit His breath..
Standing within Beauty's arms; heaven's throne celestial's realms; van Gogh a brush
Gazing into her starry night to find, this great divide betwixt, fantasy and love's reality
Splashed their canvas amid colours so bright ? Angels, part the curtain where his shadow
Waits as hushed these words which time shall claim; turning from fusions Holy light....
Twined two hearts a child and Glory, whom lept through dreams ? Standing at fatefuls
Door her world this flesh His Majesty; she breathes, their wind which whispers of flames
Burning pages, that they believed ? Revelation, marching to Destiny's gate; a kiss upon her lips.