I Dote upon Beauty—my Faultless Love

I dote upon beauty—my faultless love. She’s a mystic jewel,
My flaming soul. I die to resurrect; I perish to love. Thus my
Winsome joy, star of my sun, enflame this mystic fantast.
Arise, my love, the earth has fallen. I’m unborn, pleading love.
And she arises, a cosmic gem. Whereby an inrush of fear seizes
Heart, but love, a fulgent flame. Thus a vivid ache, adrift the
Stars. Wherefore the soul, a throbbing wound.  And she arises,
A mystic scar, a poet’s bliss.

I dote upon beauty—my faultless love. It’s the epitome of
Fawning. She’s a cosmic symbol, aloft the spirit. I ponder a
Flawless love. Thus the heart, a mystic flood; and life, a touch
Of madness. But idyllic, this burning soul; and I long—a sacred
Tryst. Thus arise, my fallen love. Awaken passion; touch the
Stars; and live my love, for I dote upon heaven.