As Mortals We Love Immortal

Tears of joy swell the soul. Such ambrosia, a gentle touch. It’s
The nectar of fate: the motion of Spirit: the art of love. And
Here we drift, clad in sulfur. And here we perish, the song of
Life. Thus my hopeful dove, we dance the flame. For ours, a
Marvelous nightmare. But heart to death, we vow eternal; and
Soul to God, we perish love. Thus the magic, sewn in blood;
And thus the stars, a silent prayer. Hence we love, free to
Perish; and hence we die, immortal love. 

Sighs of anguish shade the soul, for life, a dual reality. But pain
To light, my wounded love; and light to pain, my fluid dream.
Thus the passion, scar to spirit; and thus the ache, the fear of
Death. But cryptic fate, a flood of joy; and mystic love, the
Arms of God. Thus infused, to freely perish, for love immortal,
A wounded treasure.