A silken model once told me you don’t know what love is. For Thee only likes the idea of me. As Heavenly Love is never brawling in its nature. Have you oh Homo-sapiens been infected with the tenacity to forever twist ill will intentions?
You don’t know that love is, merely you like the idea of me. A voice so cold echos to a hollow soul reaching for beauty obtained only in sweet visions of the hereafter.
And why should I love openly? Exposed hearts waiting for imminent daggers. Like the cleft torso of the fallen soldier, left departed shields walking through desolate battle fields.
Per chance the sweet anguish of love reminisce should never be forgotten. Image if we had a Dog’s sense. To be slapped down and still pleasing. Could there be beauty in that?
So love screams and humans dream to be baptized in a purifying sea.
So oh mankind grab an attentive ear, and take note. Let Romeo die a thousand times over, let him walk the gates of Flames’ kiss! Let oh sweet hollowed love anguish touch me, and I shall endure...For this is the seed of happiness.
