Adrift the Love

Adrift the love, a lotic light, a frantic heart, a passion bright.
And Satan tears, afflict the soul, a sacred pang, the womb of
Gold. My cautious dove, the light is red, a rustic rite, a mortal
Edge. And feyic love, the lux of life, the flesh of lust, a
Gravid plight. And depth the pulse, the ghost of flame, a
Biblic cross, a demon’s pain. My omic ache, the ore of love,
An ontic faith, a zenic flood.  And motion flare, a famous
Face, a mystic mare, a phantom pace.

Adrift the love, a lotic light, a frantic heart, a passion bright.
Lucific pain, a mythic core, a magic maze, my tear amore. And
Shattered wing, a wisdom wise, the scope of sight, and oaken
Eyes. My sagic sect, a spirit slain, a sophic death, a stoic bane.
And deadly pearl, a pregnant art, a privy fate, a swamic spark.
My ancient love, a liquid light, a lux aflame, a myth aflight. 

Lotic: a stream.
Frantic: showing, or feeling a high level of energy.
Rustic: a country side.
Rite:a religious ceremony.
Fey/feyic: otherworldliness, and the awareness thereof.
Lux: a unit of luminance; the measurement of radiance.
Gravid: filled to capacity.
Om/omic: a mystic syllable, considered the most sacred mantra.
Ore: a solid material from which valuable minerals can be extracted.
Ontic: dealing with actual reality opposed to mere observations.
Phantom: a spirit, or ghost, and/or, both.
Lucifer/lucific: light bearer.
Sophia/sophic: wisdom.
Stoic: one who can endure without showing signs of pain.