Vibrations, Love

Vibrations, love. They permeate the soul, segue to Spirit.
I die afoul with anguish, for love—a mystic nightmare. But
I dote upon magic, the praxis of love. And I fall upon crimson
Knees, a flaming spirit. Such mystic darkness; such sable
Passions. And light, permeates the shadow—thus the valley—
A trenchant web. And there she stands—a stolid sylph. But
Depth the soul—a mystic torch. Plus the heart a flaming star.
Thus the touch—a mystic breeze.

Vibrations, love. They saturate the heart, segue to Spirit.
I fall, aloft the clouds. I perish—a mystic death. Indeed, the
Grey—a telic design. Thus infused, my fervid soul. Yes, my
Love, malaise is graphic. But heart to spirit, alive with love.
Thus the art, paved in gold; plus the soul—a mystic stone.
Thus the touch—a mystic breeze.