Intricate Design/Constant Death

Beyond physical—my burning amore. And I dare confess such
Strife. For love, such sublime sorrow, the ache of eternity. But
The mystery, a windfall, despite constant death. And I love
You, the texture of your pain, the passion of your joy. It’s the
Nib of Spirit, painting the canvas vague. Wherefore the soul, a
Fission of elements, facing mortal fears. But love, a soothing
Affection, infusion of God. Whereby the spirit soars, unto the
Alchemy of passion. And dreams sprout wings. Wherefore the
Caves, a vision of light, unto plighted illumination. Thus a
Halo mourns, afflicted with paradox, trapped in limbo. But oh
The rapture of love—the taste of chemistry. Its magnitude,
Mystic, unto redemption. Whereby the heart, filled with flame,
And such motion, despite the faceless. Thus the soul, a tender
Affliction, soaring unto constant death.