Dahlia Love

My dahlia love, a dellic ghost, a vivid dream, a mystic pulse.
And frantic heart, a florid volt, a feral wave, a grave afloat.
My dahlia love, a wellic vibe, an ancient arc, a cryptic tribe.
And portrait eyes, a phantom glance, a welkin soul, a Sufi
Trance. My dahlia love, a mental flare, a zenic pose, a
Partial tare. And magic heart, a sacred tide, an omic wave,
A humble pride. For soul aflame, a cultic art, adrift the
Wind, a sutra spark.

My dahlia love, a dellic ghost, a vivid dream, a mystic pulse.
And purple heart, a royal wing, a gilt’d flame, a fountain
Stream. My dahlia love, a treasured clove, a mental chant,
An island grove. And passion flare, a chiseled star, a
Swaying grace, a lute afar. For soul aflame, a cultic art,
Adrift the wind, a sutra spark.