My Cryptic Love

My cryptic love, the nights are grim, a flood of flame, a ferret
Whim. And depth the heart, the lark of love, a leaf of tears, a
Pond of blood. My cryptic love, the hearth of pain, the gift of
Flight, the plight of Spain. And friction flare, a fleet of ghost,
A thousand thoughts, a lambent pulse. My cryptic love, a
Prudent sore, the etch of art, my tear amore. And claret wine,
The womb of flight, a stream aflare, a prayer for sight. And
Spear to soul, the stress of flame, a sky to fall, a wall of pain.

My cryptic love, the nights are grim, a flood of flame, a ferret
Whim. And fulgent flex, the face of dreams, the dread of doom,
A billion screams. My cryptic love, a spirit gash, a rift aflame,
A subtle trance. And gravid love, a fatal star, the reach of
Death, a soul ajar. And depth the heart, the lark of love, a leaf
Of tears, a pond of blood.