What come this Wisdom?

So much the foundation—we surrender. My gorgeous pulse:

I struggle to portrait love. So fair—a thriving aster; and

Such beauty, a passion tear. What come this Wisdom—a

Myrtle rose. My gorgeous pulse: I struggle to portrait love.

Assist a vision, my love: a feral star. She glistens—the

Seventh heaven, a wooing heart. What come this Wisdom—

A lotus flame. The pain—a given life: the joy—a purple

Prayer. Awaken flowers, my piercing dove—alert the

Synod; for something so delicate—ventures debate. Thus,

Aflare—a mystic wind; and thus, aflame, a spirit grin.

My gorgeous pulse: I struggle to portrait love. And so fair—

An aster stem—the ache of wicks. In blood, a bond was

Grafted—a russet gem. We perish harsh—to torch the sky.

Thus, come this Wisdom—a risen ring.