We
love you, to feel for hearts, as vague as, It
was! We channel for love, with
ears
burning, and souls churning, to fall your arms. We carry burdens, to feel
sunlight,
to love children. I saw it early, a fevered swan, to chastise spirit.
The
motion grows, a pond of favors, to ask a professor; and give for blessings,
to
soothe a psych, where heaven joined in; for life is secrets, to stream for
brooks,
to perish a young daughter. I think of music, a rhythm of nights, to
filter
mechanics. Its earth a dream, and grandma’s pain, to wreck a furnace;
and
more to birth, to flame come centers, a psych at the helm. I’m sort of
forward,
and a bit aloof, to bless all mothers; for life is death, to carry a
curse,
a verse for reasons. I love it verbal, to love it hidden, as forward as
promise.
So more to dig, to use for reason, to rebirth logic; for love is motion,
to
court the greats, breathing in limbo; in which is rain, and sullen grain, to
invest
a great grandma. Its grandpa’s hurt, to flee disaster, to charter a cure;
and
love was near, to stroke a vest, to infuse a heart. I know for pain, to
lose
for all, to gain for heavens. Its ancient and foreign, a force for shivers,
to
sprinkle upon souls. So strive, to hear it yelling, and pushing a sentence;
for
this is life, a cultic beam, stressing a violin; and God knew, to spin a
test,
and form a tribunal. Indeed for young, and spurned for growth, a
spin towards heaven.
