Dear Love Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop

Dear love, i navigate through your tempest as well as your summer, through heat. I feel, the ragedy agony of distance, and as the time comes nearer, out comes the sun, and beats down on our heads. Love, i love this fantasy, those fantasies, your flowers blooming, i wish not to be a withering geranium, but be at your feast, o let the milk mix with the coffee. let the petals be scattered.love has flows as the rivers, and to feel the fervour of his will, is to fly above and to behold his sincere truth, plain mater, zeal for passage, to the beyond. devotion to the message, as it purifies, you, read the map and find the treasure and wear the silken robe, stand in perfect beauty the story continues, i want it to go on, and all my senses to be ransomed by this pleasure.