A Tribute to Love

Like a thunderbolt, the stitch of love. I’m sewn through with
Cosmic fibers. My idyllic love, the sun has quaked. I’m
Alive, printed with passion. Oh the sheer intuition of love:
Its depth, height, and width. It’s a delible fortress, subject to
Falter. But I die to love, my pain. Thus the soul, the reach of
Life; and thus the heart, opposed to death. My love, the spell
Of Jinns: my joy, the birth of panic. But undulation, a subtle
Pulse; and tribulation, the breath of dulce.

I’m utterly spellbound. My love, a vivid vision; thus, a torch
Of thunder. And dreams fail to capture life. But heart to soul,
My love, an utter dream. Thus alive, my cosmic soul; and
Thus afraid, my psychic breath. But depth the pulse, my
Symbol-love; and depth the core, my graceful Swan. Thus
Infused, my mystic force.