Love is the Color of Thunder

Love is the color of thunder. Teach me to picklock the sphinx;
For to unveil, a love divine. Thus my tender amore, exhale the
Passion. In truth, cast caution to flame; embrace the angelic;
For mortal life, a temple thief. Thus the fire, as wild as wolves;
And thus the heart, an unhewn stone. But relic gold, my silver
Love; and purple bliss, my aching soul. Thus the spirit, aflame
The heart; and thus the passion, a well of diamonds. Hence the
Soul, a mystic star.

Love is the color of thunder. Teach me to picklock the sphinx;
For to unveil, a love divine. Thus my gentle amore, inhale the
Lightning. Indeed, feel the soaring life; drink the wildfire; for
Sacred flame, a rising pulse. Thus the core, fraught with prayer;
And thus the soul, fraught with hope. Hence the heart, a tinge
Of glory; and hence the force, a touch of love.