Who Else But You
AH ! Tis the fractal holonomic
the blue print of source definition
the curling tongs of galaxies
the footprints of our DNA
this love unburdened
seeks naught but love as its companion
And so should it be
that love confirm
the validations of unity
Yay, as I walk through the shadow and valley
of love
be standing still upon its mountainous peak
For love is how it is meant to be
and by such grace uplifted to
a harmony reflected in her eyes
It is the body of love
the soul of love
to stand beside a precipice
and dare the gods to deny us
AH ! My love, my love
should I break apart
and lay bare all that I am
would be my greatest triumph
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