My Vision Love

My vision love, a fractured glass, a toe to tip, the blood and
Ash. But lute to heart, the lope of knights, an errant soul,
Adrift the nights. And claret prose, to woo the wave, a tear
To rise, a cultic cave. And torn apart, the fate of stars,
Adept to vice, a life of scars. My vision love, the cards
Aflame, the fleece of grief, the shroud of pain. But wisdom
Born, the bane ablaze, the wings of peace, to soothe the rain.
And dahlic verse, a spirit flare, the birth of love, a violet prayer.

My vision love, a fractured glass, a toe to tip, the blood and
Ash. But flute to soul, a russet flame, a gusset gift, the lift of
Pain. And dellic scars, the figs of light, the rift of grief, the
Peace of life. And humble pride, the cult of waves, the tent
Of God, Elijah’s cave. And dahlic verse, a spirit flare, the
Birth of love, a violet prayer.