Read the Booklet, my Love

Read the booklet, my love. Feel cryptic flame, for elegance,
A taste of majesty; thus Delphic, this hidden glory; and my
Love, a mystic novel, thunder to the soul. Wherefore
Active, my beating heart; but spirit weeps a pond of mystery,
For ours a gelid storm, whereby façade, shatters unto prayer.
It’s the art of sorrow, the tears of magic, for my love smiles
In private. Thus jasmine adrift the soul; and violets afloat the
Spirit; and hearts, aloft the clouds. 

Read the booklet, my love. I’ve climbed infinity for dreams.
Thus the soul, a cloven palace, and image, a living shrine.

Wherefore dizzy, a-search the symbols, for love, a silent storm.
Thus vision, a flood of purple, and life, a breathless wound.
Indeed my love, such illusion, a tropic kiss. And heart to spirit,
My bleeding love, for passion, a royal flame.