I love you, as spinning through self, as to wonder of
virtue. Our virtuosity, shatters doubts, while infusing dreams; to have that
moment, where walls splatter, engaged in raptures. I try to focus, too far
inebriated, that lost in love. I see brown eyes, as infused through pain, this
channel—my Love; as built in paradox, this christic infusion, this lux of
fools. I’m studded in tears, embraced in cries, and embedded in us; this
reaching force, an end result, screaming at our faces. It wasn’t us, as to
sustain us, revving through turmoil; to attest to joys, this fabric faith,
striving through ecstasy; to have but life, this field of friends, as searching
our disaster. We love as fools, as fully secure, to live as fools; the majesty
of pains, the tears of dying, as to find eternity; where hearts flourish,
through grit and grime, as to encourage another second; where hell has peaked,
to offset love, this version of false selves; to feel so young, as to summons
adults, this fraction of humanity. Our lines are marked, as we follow in
silence, at once forced to scream; where this is love, our bodies as sacred,
our souls as divine. I couldn’t see, the viscous of doubts, where love offered
a soothing palm; whereat, were tears, this inner joy, as to release pressures;
for this is life, the good for the bad, as to measure this sheer affection. Our
days are forever, stranded in infinity, as to fever through roadblocks. I see
us living, even through deaths, this city of wounds. It couldn’t be us—this
lost adventure, seizing every moment; but this is love, as channeled through
ghosts, as infused by this holy passion; where essence in blind, as to reap
infusions—this mission of love. I feel us beating, as to realize
sensations—this version of two snakes. I’ve embellished life, as to court a
soul—this love as magnets; to cross a portal, this hellish affect, as
parachuting through a third world; where love is torn, as grace is worn, to
finally die as one.
