Such Fever Drives the Soul

My heart, chiseled aflame. Such fever drives the soul. At once,
The spirit flutters. I see you, my electric dream: I feel you, my
Affectious pulse. Life, a breathless glance; and love, an
Endless craft. Thus alive, my dying pride; and thus enflamed,
My rhythmic heart. Such is passion, a tropic island; and such
Is love, a seismic quake. And depth the soul, a cryptic whisper,
A riddled flame, a subtle missive. Thus adrift, the wings of
Pressure; and thus aloft, the clouds of love.

My heart, chiseled aflame. Such fever drives the soul. At once,
A fallen panic. I see you, my infectious dance: I hear you, my
Secluded charm. And death, the art of love; and life, the means
Of bliss. Thus infused, my smitten heart; and thus enthralled,
My silent prayer. And depth the soul, my faceless love; and
Depth the core, my frantic praise.