There is a love that tales are written of,
It is nearly unknown, arrives as a smitten dove.
It is not found in obligatory, dutiful marriage.
It is not the kind rolling in a baby carriage.
The love of which I shyly whisper,
is far beyond missing and kissing her.
A love so big, a love so full,
A Creator of galaxies, real fuel!
Fuel it is, combined with fire,
A combustion severe, we call 'Desire'
Desiring your everything,
spiritual, physical,
union of Being
light/dark
LOVE
love
and
the
Universe rolls endlessly forth, self-powered by IT
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