A Person called Love III

Diagnose my soul. It’s aflame for Love:

Its pulse, frequency and reciprocation.

The dimensions of Love are carved upon

The bricks of my soul. I ponder for the

Reflection of my ache. I thirst for more

Than I’m capable of receiving. She’s my

Inner-constellation, permeating the caves

Of my heart, coloring the beats thereof.

She’s the foundation of my flux, dancing

Within my spirit, giving me air to breathe.

I marinate upon the paradox of Love,

Conjuring up visions, befuddled by the

Depth of Love’s motion. In truth, Love is

A mystical kingdom, elevating my soul.