Paradox, Love & Pain

Saintly ambrosia. My salient panic. Anxiety fills the lungs.
I love you, stipple of my soul. Thus, I savor such essence.
Indeed, my serene confliction—idol of my stumbling spirit—I
Dare seduce resistance. For rendezvous, promise of flame, my
Blatant affliction. Wherefore, depth the cave, graven with
Portraits. And only God, source of resilience, storm of the soul.
Whereby love, as faceless as Spirit, touch of a burning glance.
Thus sullen with joy, the ache of paradox, I enter paradise. And
Tears, the fall of glory, as indelible as ink. Wherefore emotion,
Acidic, such poison. For my love, prison of the goddess,
Inflicted with injustice. And mercy, a taste of heaven, as distant
As the sun. Thus believe, and die in fragments, my saintly
Anguish. Wherefore doubt, a fluid stream, the zeal of life. But
Faith, the soul’s claim, miracle of the spirit.