My Vernal Love

My vernal love, the heart’s ablaze, sore afflicted, and torn
Aflame. My numbing soul, a smitten pulse, the deep abyss,
A flowing coast. And zephyrs born, the breeze of love, the
Ache of life, my dear beloved. Plus the moral, an infant
Breath, a precious life, suffused with kef. And basin tears,
Love and splendor, infused with joy, soft and tender.
Thus we flourish, immortal flame, adrift the clouds, the
Fruit of pain.

My vernal love, the heart’s ablaze, sore afflicted, and torn
Aflame. My ballad soul, the ink of prose, a chiseled shrine,
A chamber rose. And etched above, the tears of strife, my
Violet love, my mystic life. And sewn in steel, a shadowed
Death, the gift of God, a haunted breath. Hence the magic,
The weight of gold, soon to perish, a fallen stone.