Abscond not with my Soul

Abscond not with my soul. But abate intensity, my Swan. For
Ardent, this flame, to elicit love. Every facet of my being,
Drunk with rapture. Thus my genteel muse, enflame my
Beating heart. Indeed this joy, my solemn affliction.
Wherefore tension, my flaming spirit, unto cosmic friction.
It’s a raging light, as bright as infinity. Thus motion, infuses
The soul, unto the maestro of flare. Whereby the spirit soars,
Adrift the ache of flame. And my love, texture of a tale, unto
Psychic lust. Wherefore aglow, fraught with visions, afire,
My soul. But my love, a wounded Swan, distant unto
Heartache. Thus our strata, infected with poison; in which
Our stream, as sublime as spirit. Whereby we dance, aflame
A flux. Wherefore the future, a portrait of pain; but our
Eyes, as opalescent as heaven; thus we love eternal.