My Zenic Love

My zenic love, I long amore, the pulse of Zeus, a lively sore.
And sophic flame, amidst the core, an omic chant, a mystic
Door. My zenic love, the heart’s ablaze, aloft the clouds,
And cultic waves. And spearic flame, my utter zeal, an
Ache to mesh, the fervent kiln. My zenic love, a fantast
Flare, the fate of love, and keen despair. But scythe aflame,
The stars to fall, the pits of hell, the omen’s call. Thus the
Lotus, a wilted tear, a symbol live, a ferric spear.

My zenic love, I long amore, the pulse of Zeus, a lively sore.
And swamic flame, a mystic rush, the wings aflight, a
Cultic gust. My zenic love, an omic surge, a yogic wave,
A cryptic dirge. And gravid steel, the lux of depth, an
Active pain, the bane of breath. Thus the lotus, a wilted tear,
A symbol live, a ferric spear.