Love Fills the Cosmos
The universe won't be upset by your singing.
It doesn't matter if a piece is played on a string.
The ache in our throats hasn't disappeared.
You've lived well if you've never suffered.
My pen sparked passions within its curtilage.
My pulse rushed as I uttered a single knowledge.
The note pages are host to a mythical beast.
Only you can have my pen a talented artiste.
The books author has made the google-verse.
Become a poet to avail illuminate the universe.
I'm meditating on some blistering poems.
What are you if you aren't, soul diadems
In the light of love, the cosmos is our home.
Glory to Him who has lovers on metronome.
Who hunts his lengthy lovers truths at twilight?
Is it founded on the promises of a sleight?
Nectar and days are linked in my mind.
With a rock in my throat, I gritted my grind.
Written: September 8, 2021
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