Axis

Furnish my soul with diamonds. As intimate as death. For my
Love, an unyielding flame. Thus flourish this passion, the
Depth of dreams. And I dare to kindle love, as feral as wolves. 
Wherefore affection, the touch of flare, alive in my riddled
Soul. But the canon of love is fraught with anguish. For spirits,
Amuck in the temple, the force of wickedness. Thus symmetry,
The myth of paradise, a naïve maxim. And I dare to challenge
Paradox, if only to embrace nirvana. Indeed my love, my
Cathartic vision, love is déjà vu. Wherefore the garden, our
Home, depth of our genesis. Thus we love immortal, the furnace
Of flame, adrift the exosphere. Whereby we transcend, the
Torch of life, afflicted unto joy. And my idyllic rose, fear is but
The ghost of failure. Wherefore the spirit vexed, unto tears and
Sorrow. Thus, epitome of my life, ours, the shade of eternity.