Wash the soul in Love

Wash the soul in love, my psychic amore. Else the ghost edge
The grave. For graven upon caves, our immortal flame. And
Death, our skyward dance. Thus nurse infinity, my diamond
Eyes. Wherefore the freshet, a sacred pulse, alive the soul.
Whereby the heart, an open vessel; and the spirit, a song of
Roses. Whereby love, a raging orchestra; in which magic, a
Mortal fragrance. Thus depth the soul, a life of dreams, unto
Mystic love. And I dare to set sail, unto immortal pixels. For
My love, a temple thief, adrift the spirit. Wherefore partial,
Aloft the seas, tiptoeing waves. Thus the future, sated with
Visions, unto a burning storm. Wherefore my love, badge of
My heart, I vow eternity. Such a gesture, the battle of stars, if
Only to touch love. Whereby essence, a musical torch, unto
Song and dance. Thus we climb, unto symbolic joy, my love.