Nothing ordinary
about this.
If you’d have known
Would it then have
mattered?
The fool is blind
to love,
Not for it that
keeps him safe,
But because the
moment,
Here and now is precious.
Creating mystery
cannot be overdone,
When two worlds
collide,
Slide the feeling,
Emotional
firestorms raging,
Pieces of heaven
falling
At the feet of the
willing.
Fool be I for love
On this day
In this place
For this face,
The face of grace.
Rapture becomes the
birthplace,
Elation races into
each tiny
Spectral, station
under fascination.
And pure love reeks
of adrenalin,
The fuel to build
new worlds.
Mine the lament of
children,
Never understanding
the allure,
Pure, demure and
insecure.
Caught as if the
pants
Were down,
surrendered for
A night of magic on
the town,
Such weirdness
wears a
Thorny crown of
emeralds,
Pearls and black
velvet gown.
On this step
In this way
I rejoice
To hear loves true voice.
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