Forever, Love

I’m drowsy, my love; to ponder you, my love; weary of our frontier; this casual sin, as heavy as lightning, to forfeit intuition. I’m concerned, Love; to manage space, Love; as one devastated partly; where rain is virtue, this atypical silence, peering at physiognomies; that crucial point, webbed through shards, to bleed in spirit; that turn for righteous, to practice something foreign, while tipsy this coffee. We love rewards, the bringing of such souls, while shaved and petrified. I love a heart, as beating thunder, this pyramid of souls; where demons lurk, while voiced in pains, to realize Satan suffers; that kind of ostracism, as meant to instruct, that tenacious soul. I see a psych, at woes the two, fleeing in presence that conversation; to awaken slowly, as carved in woods, this oak an armoire of notes. It takes for pains, while growth is sudden, this mind of satori; to invest in swans—your mother a soldier, as feeling misunderstood; but I fathom sorrows, this intimate force, while enchanted those waves; to die with passion, as to rise with grit, this portrait by far a message. Ours is growing, to measure all things, this mind of motions; to break with bad, to have seen so much, where riddles suffer a horrible death; while tears are bottles, that Book of Life, as casted to seas. I received a letter, from an ancient friend, astonished by such wisdom; that crafted art, that candle by force, those verses embedded in souls; where existence breeds, this subtle affect, staring at pendulums; to see her face, this other person, a bit infatuated with chaos; as another breathes, seeking her place, where hell has erupted: that lark of sins, that grin of woes, those hours faced with muscles: that burning sensation, as searching inners, to find for this Ghost: that melodic silence, this mystic drum, this cadence by choice as hidden; to manage daily, while filled with fires, this pyre a mission long. I love your mind, at emphasis to claim it, for this is wisdom; to find a jewel, that mental heartbeat, as thrust into a silver future; where grass is beige, clumping existence, while furious that climb; to chime with ghosts, this extended flavor, as to witness a needed caveat. It takes for mercy, as cursed for blessings, this paradox cutting souls. I felt a thump, this inner riddle, to feel concentration. I must impose, to push towards this thought, this need for deepness; as counting bullets, while to adjust to scars, this balloon floating freely; as moving with time, this unraveled jewel, that gem by arts your thoughts; where love is raw, by mere virtue, as appalled by anything less. I can’t but see you, flooring through marbles, as one pitching a fit; where pains are growths, this deep intuition, while searing a piece of self; to lose so much, in chase of adulthood, where years are crucial; to have for friends, that needed love, while feeling a bit unadjusted; but this is wealth, that need to analyze, where many are focused as lately: that gentle grin; those inner thoughts; as to reckon a chasm; where arts are chilled, while times are hectic, whereas, love is reaching; this awkward song, to permeate airwaves, as evinced in daily habits; but more to thinking, as to rethink positions, where fuel fires our faculties.