The Love

The Love Of God to humankind Is blurred by The Love when two sets of eyes Meet in a moment And no one can measure The gripping time. God's Word is Love But a whisper in a soft ear Melts reality in forms Like sweat beads, from a ecstatic wrinkled brow Of lust-like dripping wet sadness The Lost First Love The one that was the happily ever after, Now blocks a new fresh reboot. To tie off a vein, and shoot up A clean clean dose of flesh and blood everlasting. Beg hear the words, and dance to the flute reflown: Our one and Only Love is the minutes We explore extreme tips, and our arteries blush The blood to our brains, Which tickle our soul to release The Love and Sweet stretching heights of bliss.