Read the Sonnet, Love

Read the sonnet, love; feel the essence. For you inspire magic.
And such presence—electrifies the soul. I see you, spirit of the
Opera. I hear you, ballad of the scars. And mosaic tears, have
Ushered God, thus the heart, infused with stars. Afire the soul,
A precious stone; and such as light, my crying rose; and such
As pain, my crying laughter.

Read the sonnet, love; feel the essence. For you inspire magic.
And such passion—a cryptic flare. Thus love, a riddled flame.
And ablaze the heart, the spirit bled; and depth the soul, a soft
Caress. Such is magic, the art of love. And such is pain, a touch
Of freedom. Thus aflame, a hidden art; and depth the soul, a
Sacred pearl. Yes, my love, my fable born. Ours is light, grief,
And storm. Hence attraction, a static fuse. Love is captured,
A fallen flame. Thus we perish a touch of love.