Something Akin to Love

It’s the force of dreams; images captured in visions; an artistic
Conundrum; for love, an unrequited gem, even diamonds
Aflame. But I dare to love, aloft a heartbeat. Whereby the
Impact, a mystic collision, traumatizing the soul. And oh the
Magic of such anguish, a childlike infusion—my dreams,
Flickering upon flame. Wherefore hope, the justice of God,
Writhing in spirit. Thus prayer, the sanctum of solace, unto
Burning mystery. And paradox, my bleeding faith, a museum
Of conflict. But soul, afflicted with light, unto the joy of
Pain. Wherefore prose, a touch of misery, colored in the
Solace of love. For paradise, a vivid image, the touchstone
Of praise. Thus astray, this fervent passion, unto a shattered
Mirror.  But emotion, a taste of poetry, a sacred baptism.
Wherefore motion, despite the darkness, moves the soul.