Glorious Love

The legend is love, such glorious love. My heart, a lightning
Wave, a faith conflicted. And doves cry, a purple rain. Such
Marvelous pearls: such brilliant beauty. I’m alive—the
Vision, a walking music. Pain bred a goddess: so electric.
Vibe, my feral queen—alive the passion. Every volt—a
Sensation: every curve—a perfect nightmare. My eyes, a
Vivid flood—to chant the beauty. Never awaken—for God
Dreams; and never sleep—my sheer perfection. Walk the
Dell, and claim the clouds, my crying dove. And I panic love,
An affected light. Such glorious wisdom—a chiseled shrine.
My tears, pledge the spirit: her touch, a temple flame. What
Has heaven given?—a mural—painted perfect. And such
Imperfection. The silence etched a soul. And we love the
Purple rain—absent to such glorious love.