Whetstone

Glisten, my love: enflame the waves, knead the soul; for I 
Clasp a dream, and totter love. The flame shimmers
Invisibility, and the heart yearns triumph. Such clarion, a
Vocal tear; and such toil, a mystic thought. Sift the ache:
Grip the fire. But life, a garb of riddles; and love, a feral
Maze. Thus the heart, idyllic rain; and thus, the soul,
Romantic waves. Ope the scar; and sieve the pain. Indeed,
My love, trot the wire. For such ripples, structure fate;
And such faith, ushers God. [Selah] My mystery star, the
Future bleeds. And such tares, fuel the flame. Thus the
Heart, resumes the course; and thus the soul, awash the
Wounds. I imagine love, a steeple bell, a thunder vow, a
Precious tear. And I imagine love, a passion wild, a
Holy guide, a subtle pang.