Unborn Love

I’m inclined to love, despite the darkness. My love, a welkin
Dream. Her heart—sermonic tears; her soul—the wings of
Flame. I sing to serpent eyes, a touch of life; I dance the
Waltz of hidden light. Such is silence, a wooing glance; and
Such is fear, a tender bride. Awaken love, my royal star,
Touch the soul of fallen scars. Indeed the heart, a gravid
Storm; thus the waves are mystic born. Upon a trefoil, a
Solemn wish; upon the soul, a sacred kiss.

My love, a soul-felt wound; but I long the ache of soul-felt
Gloom. Such splendor, an ardent flare, the depth of light, and
Deep despair. But oh the magic, of potent dreams, adrift the
Love of mystic streams. And here we are—sermonic scars,
Afloat the clouds that move afar. Thus the soul, a fervent
Prayer, depth the eyes that pause and glare.