Multicolored Love

~~Love is ever in development. My sore sings to its misery.
And my heart fawns for its joy. It’s the theory of my division,
A love letter written in Braille, only for the soul to witness.
Thus, my religion is intangible, built upon the pillars of
Invisibility. And seasonal weeds choke emotion, unto a river
In the sky. It’s impossible to measure the scales of Spirit,
But I examine every orb of love. The two are one, this is
My fiat, evidenced in the crucifix. And still, my center point
Is conflicted, searching for the touchstone of love. Thus, I’m
Thick with ambivalence, an axe to the psyche, driving my
Enquiry. Oh love, my midnight nightmare, my infatuation, I
Long for your dominion. Why so enigmatic this faith! It’s
Unto a cryptic invasion, permeating the heartbeat. It’s the
Doctrine of paradox, haunting my core.