Above

My own inquisition, I love thee, above suspicion, allocation's trait, or dereliction, of a few who minor in their supposition. I love thee ~ above the cause of false contrition, as God sees through the heart's religion and leaves the mind to His perdition ~ I love thee, as all rule in life becomes love's fission. Between us, whole ~ each as the other's mention. I love thee ~ wholly, sadly in dimension of all the earth ~ empty, without your satisfaction. I love thee, trying peace and random trail's distraction. Forever in my sight, thy presence without faction - I love thee!