The All Enbeavored Flower

As the blushing embers of loves' magma begins to flow. The tenderness of each petal of rose elicits passions within us, that grow. . . like gaian gardens on Mars. . . a silhouette crimson, of falling stars. As dew-lit morning glories emit the love of Sri Krsna, a heavenly blue, made Ololiuqui. The feelings and emotions felt between us, nestle like a ballad of love, spoken a Shakespearean soliloquy. As lovers, tendered with anger's delight, the enthralls of a genuous serenity of Bane. Making up anew, like lovers' do. . . with a devil's eye, the mystical Belladonna passion of love and lust, felt eerily with a touch of Henbane. Wildflowers, passionflowers, herbs of magical. . . epical proportions resound as the Angels Trumpet. The psychotropic distortions of lucid power. Pray thee, when within the gardens of wicked and evil. Become the enlightened Lotus, and revel. . . I am as One! . . . The all endeavored flower.