Worship

----------------------------------WORSHIP--------------------------------------- I Love you, I love you with all my might, So much I think I shall perish with the force The rain reminds me of those endless games under the sun, A ***** paradox; but the stance is one. My heart, a ship, a carved cavern now, Your winds, your sails, mutate me how. The universe quivers under the pressure I presume, as you are yet to poison from the golden loom. But sight had escaped me quite in rudiment, it had The only light allowed was your selfless to my bad. The heat, it still knocks me on all my pawny fours I know it’s still dew and dusk will bring back the force.