Such Love

I gib to confess such love: my soul flung into mystery. For my
Love, a mystic structure, engraved upon Spirit. Thus I perish,
Fraught with rhapsody, eager to unveil invisibility. Feel, my
Nonplus love, the pulsation of diamonds. I’m a fantast,
Caressing dreams, drenched in the brilliance of paradox. Oh
The symbol of such love, manifested in gestures. It’s the print
Of the soul, my indelible gem. It’s the mantra of visions, a
Rhythmic dialogue. I perish in such melody, tiptoeing the
Waves. And Paradise, a river of ink, where reality compels
Penmanship. And every circuit—a silent expression, a baptism
Of dreams. Thus agog, the depth of prayer—I perish, only to
Live, webbed to the chorus of koans. Indeed, my dying rose,
Only to flourish in resurrection; I waft upon symbols, as
Delicate as faith, where I dare to exonerate such love.