Dear Mystic Amore

I die to love you. Thus the trestle of my soul is anguish. But
I’m deafly enamored, unto rhapsodic flame. Wherefore
Symbol is love, and flight is death. Thus embattled, I soar
The abyss, unto glowing insanity. Whereby a freshet,
Storming the seas, unto an untamed dynasty. But illusion,
A dreary affliction, unto a dying emotion. Wherefore a
Solemn fall, unto the chambers of light; and there you stand,
My life, my death. Thus adrift, we love eternal: this life but a
Myth. And horizon, the touch of fable, my soul-felt dream.
Thus love, as sacred as gold, the reverie of passions. Whereby
A glance, infuses the spirit, despite the daunt of reality.
Wherefore song, dusky and aloof, unto a shattered vision. 
But affected, I yearn to dance—within the arms of my love.   
Thus  reality, a touch of fiction, unto the phantom of pain.