Oh Wizard of Love

Oh wizard of love, such perfection. Her fluid gaze, alchemic
Gold. I panic with fascination, thus afraid to broach heaven.
She longs for such trepidation. But love, behind a hidden
Glass; wherefore song is voiceless. Oh wizard of love,
Pardon my imperfection; for love, the touch of ghosts. Thus
The art, a seductive mist; and she arises, a wounded heart.
My dreamy-eyed queen, I pine the physical. But ours, faith
And scars, whereby the soul, torn asunder.

Oh wizard of love, such imperfection. Her tender heart, a wave
Of gold. But sodden and sore, our broken love. And frantic we
Are to shatter pain. For love, a harnessed dream; and love, a
Silent scream. Thus we panic—a pensive death. And life, a
Sore regret. Thus she longs, a burning chapel. Thus I perish, a
Flaming temple, for ours a mystic scar.