My Love, My Affliction

The majesty of such chaos. Alive in my affliction. Musing
Upon unborn passions. My love, sagacity in the flesh, as
Sacred as a holy tunic. And I fall, unto ascension, adrift a
Mystic stream; for love, a touch of magic, intoxication of
My soul. Wherefore darkness is illumination, the affliction
Of light. And I die, unafraid to love, the garb of rebirth.
Thus, enchanted, aloft the panic of love, I breathe divinity.
Whereby likeness, the image of God, my dreams, unto
Fruition. And my love, the tangle of webs, as deadly as
Calypso. Wherefore I partake of sulfur, knit to mystic 
Flames. But confliction, as glorious as love, the opus of my
Passions. And my love, the ambrosia of Eden, art of my soul.
Thus affliction, the touch of joy, a twofold manifestation.
And I dare to love, the majesty of my paradox.