Genuine laughter, the glee of being,
subtle yet strong sensations, vibrating flesh
and ethereal echoes of the conscience,
intellect which never catches itself,
forgetfulness forever, fiending ideas,
memories of brilliant flourishes,
distant dream to truly love
and spiral like a vine together with rare fruit,
miraculously meditating eternally,
supreme angelic sanctification of home,
kisses that ignite stars and flame --
in vain do I discover differences
vexed in absolute ignorance, never
to have what I believe to be so.
Miraculously
I still believe love is out there the way I see it. :D