Sacred Love Poem by Louis Borgo

If I’m to speak in a forbidden tongue of passion up whirl and turn left not of
A assumption all you have to do is say yes
Sacred love
My ideas and continuum of ideas could it push any bed crumb
To a sink to be rinse
Sacred love
If I am timid could you see the true me yet know what I could be with all said
And all respect a look that seal the words
Sacred love
If it is loving that you want and if a temple has a shrine temper flairs
No mystery no desert apart would it dry up or one day a sun take place
Sacred love
Taking into the assumption of the season the smell the amour of peaches and strawberries
How far back of good time could we go back how about back in the day how sweet is love?
Sacred love
If lovers are to love and that of hungry was food for thought my
Only question is why do they take vows at a ceremony I guess
But I guess who would say I’m right
Does love grow old?