Precious Pulse

My precious pulse, a palace gold, a feyic swan, a sagic soul.
The heart is flame, a flitting flare, a tender tear, a tropic tare.
And zenic flight, a mental mass, a mystic fount, a sudden 
Flash. But bitter bane, an attic scar, a burden bare, a flaming
Star. My precious pulse, a phantom prayer, a private tear,
A fractured hair. And poison pus, a public pain, a venom
Valve, a violent game. But depth the soul, the surge of love,
A life of loss, a mystic flood.  

My precious pulse, a palace gold, a feyic swan, a sagic soul.
And biblic blood, a wisdom born, to soar the waves, and
Weigh the storm. For glint to gleam, the glen of prayer, a
Privy pride, the heart aflare. And dungeon deep, the deed of
Christ, a christic claim, an omic light. My precious soul,
The surge of love, a life of loss, a mystic flood.

Precious: worthy of careful consideration/appreciation; dear to heart.
Sage/sagic: skillfully wise.
Flit/flitting: to glide as if floating on air.
Zenic: of, or, relating to meditation, and/or, intuition.
Religious Mass: a religious ceremony where the Eucharist is celebrated. 
Attic: a trope (metaphor) for the mind.
Glint: a mere glimpse of something, such as color, or light.
Gleam: sparkling with light.
Glen: a valley, such as to walk through the valley.
Aflare: another word for flare.
Om/omic: a mystic syllable recited during meditation.