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.
Categories:
reflown, love, magic,
Form: I do not know?