My Mystic Love

From iambs to prose, my mystic love. And passion, the motif of
God. Thus this firewood, aflame my gravid soul. For the psyche,
Adrift a heartbeat. Wherefore imperfect love, irrigate the soul of
Christ. Whereby hope, a touch of perfection, unto ghostly
Tremors. Thus my precious joy, affections remain untamed. But 
Melody soothes the soul, our dance, enchant of the stars.
Wherefore apace, my love, embrace this flaming fantast. Else I
Perish, the fall of hell, unto a burning sword. And heaven, a vivid
Pulsation, captured in visions. Thus alive, a web of spells, enlove
Beyond measure. Wherefore this fane, a sacred flame, unto a
Brilliant agenda. Whereby proud, despite affliction, unto fervent
Motion. Thus ours, a mystic screen, fraught with colors. And
Rhythm, a cosmic cadence, unto the glint of Spirit; in which a
Spark sprouted into a shelter. Thus we live the love of immortality.