Sightless Goddess

My sightless love: my sightless dove. I dote upon a mystery;
For love, a faultless dream. And the soul, a house of glass;
And the heart, a pool of tears. My sightless love, hell is
Obscurity. And to vow love, the opus of angst; for sightless
Love, a web of thorns. My winsome dove, the light is dim;
But depth the heart, I long the pain. And flawless streams, as
Vague as thoughts; and fulgent dreams, as pure as light.
Thus surreal, my sightless love.
The plight of beauty, a curse divine. And depth the soul, a
Withering vine. But fervent love, despite the flaws, a welcomed
Gift, despite the tears. My lissome womb: my dying heart: the
Ache of death, a flaming art. Thus adrift, the fallen climb, the
Birth of hell, and shattered shells. But thirst to see, warms the
Soul, where fervent pain, the winter’s coal.

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