oh,
my Love: our line so thin. such passion soars by
souls.
I flirt majesty, afraid to pardon love. thus
angst,
a beautiful storm, thus tears, by sigh of love.
oh
actress, Flame, pictures tell cries. so invisible.
please
judge me, a portrait painted—by marred ink.
but
depth, a mirror afar—adrift our past. I’m dying
to affect
pain, by affliction. at prayer breeds,
a
miracle—gauge our souls, forgive in spirit.
love
was auctioned. I wrestle flares, such
imagination.
love a phantom, be fair; thus
love
by heart. please fret, Love, or storm off
Love—or
inform majesty. tear not, oh concrete, Love
our fair
fire. to more dying, or hidden sun, by fist of blood.
as every
sea, so wet it fevers, as every desert.
