Union Over Separation Equals Love Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Ive mulled it in my head

I hate it when were separated

I love it together, ang find these foreighn lands where would we go

To consume our existence in merryness

To wath the flames grow

To the garden of yvy

What the wind knows

to the garden not the tool shed

satisfaction

our physical senses satisfied

Our spirits in extacy to behold his magnificence

his green landscape

our spirits climb to the altar

I proclaim the goddesses vows to be decreed

our xanadu created

materialised

our spirits requite love, and we drowsily wander the green garden of flowers

Never thinking of the abyss

or the starving millions

because were in love

and have found sanctuary

Corrupt our bodies at his sacred altar our heads filled with quimeras

Flying like birds of paradise

beholding his request

his wonders performed

solutions to mysteries

removing your veil on our bridal day was like

Beholding his treasure

light fild me and discovered a source of happiness and love

took action and turned hate to love

Green gardens

All delicate flowers