Connected To Love, Connection
So cherish these bonds, these threads
of beating gold, seasoned into arch of Covenant
mercy seat, hot seat, waiting room hold.
Sweet chains on the heart that lead captives this way, hunted season
of pairing each in that play of Male, Female Ode.
Pheromone fills the air, a dance of scents,
as petrified dormant seeds, becomes resilience.
As gentle petals unfold, a vibrant hue,
Love's ink dances, conjuring life anew in Technicolor.
With dusts resurrect as vibrant as spring's
first gels of it's callipygian ardor.
Each verse a bridge to the hidden
mentalverse, to connect rooms.
A land-bridge above the magma
and the empty ended curse of the loneliness of one,
to become two.
Path directed in tandem tuned que.
We are treasures that time cannot hold.
Servant Prophets, actors into the fold.
Echoes in a kaleidoscope of emotions, for sell, sold.
Invisible wounds, etched upon the soul,
song of rebirth transcend our earthly dialect
into notes of petrichor,
unraveling stories yet to be told, that heal our fetor.
May these verses touch your very core,
let them heal, inspire, unravel your ways through
the doors.
For in the realm of Love's embrace,
lies the power to stir, to heal, and find grace of
something more.
In the arid desert void, where hope is lost, to mourn.
A single raindrop is an omen of out-pours.
Petra chords in chorus of a reign that restores,
the hope of desert rose.
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