Eclectic this Love, Fraught with Dolor

Eclectic this love, fraught with dolor. And capricious this ache,
Fraught with passion. Thus discomfit my heart, a mere gesture.
Winnow my fielded soul. Extract the debris. For love, a
Flaming ghost.

Embedded wounds structure life. But adrift the distance, a
Radiant queen. Such words prod the stars. Passion infuses miracles.
And here we are a puddle of scars. But gambol, my love. Burn
The chaff. Elate the soul. Love upon wistful winds.

Else perish alive. And drown in pain, consumed with sorrow. For
Love, a beating heart. Thus paint the future. Discern the light.
And astonish fate. Else perish alive: alone and fractured. For love,
A burning pulse. And hope, a flaming storm.

Thus the waves, a ragging torrent. And tossed afar, the motion of
Dreams. But love, the wings of labor, if only believe.