In The Sea Of Love, I Melt

Love Rests On No Foundation. It Is An Endless Ocean, With No Beginning Or End.

This Torture Why Should We Tell You Our Love Stories When You Spill Them Together Like Blood In The Dirt? Love Is A Pearl Lost On The Ocean Floor, Or A Fire We Can’t See, But How Does Saying That Push Us Through The Top Of The Head Into The Light Above The Head? Love Is Not An Iron Pot, So This Boiling Energy Won’t Help. Soul, Heart, Self. Beyond And Within Those Is One Saying, How Long Before I’m Free Of This Torture!

Where, With Your One Rose You Can Buy Hundreds Of Rose Gardens?

Your Radiance Shines In Every Atom Of Creation Yet Our Petty Desires Keep It Hidden.

Your Hand Opens And Closes And Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralyzed.