I Submit
I submit to all the spilled hearts and leaking eyes to all the dreamers who give hope life and all the lovers without particular incline to how love must be expressed for an expression is not so limited as the words form nor is it confined in mentalitys storm rather it flows freely to all senses lending belief in the name of repentance of sorrows and pains and loves oh so plain of hatred and joys essentialy devoid of love for beast and man and bird and plant I submit to be the martyr to teach you loves requisitions to let you know the destructions of these are merely the destruction of your being
Jewel I
Such sufficing grace as to precede creative desire The essence of beauty held within my sight How can I be brave When my only fear is losing this moment . Love falls upon me like summer rain as so many colors resound within this heart, made fragile by caution Like a crystalline tuner her voice reminds me of a lily lined flute THe soft willowy warble Sweet melodic reverberation the sof full sound What sweeter words I know not than I love you
Jewel II
Beloved, I see you in full flowing gowns of night over pale distortions of placid perceptions of willowy wavering moonlight This serene pool highlights your gentle contours Specter blues and silvers gracing every feature with the radiance of your beauty overtaking, antithetical to the very premise of shadow Oh, how I delight in full sight of flora in your emeraldine eyes you soft golden strands so precious the worlds greatest treasure My goddess Your temple is immaculate
Jewel III
Such beautious form as to cater the eye with a thousand colored vestiges like a sunset prismatic an evening chromatic with pinpricks of light expansively attributed to the soft pinnacle of desire Akin to all things of universal and, therefore, miniscule appeal Your form breathes life into the flesh of lightnings delight it is as a dream
Jewel IV
The world for you, darling love, lotus of the dawn which I consume Languid shall I savor one moment as precursor to the explosion of words You inspire me, endless and perpetual, with the ashes of nations your lapdogs and I, beloved, the walls of gravity Let the Oak grow swift, the emerald fields long, with scattered fields of honey wheaten all reminiscent of subtle emulations The world is you, darling Jewel
Jewel V
I would revel for existential duration in the constant reciprocity of your little infinity Darling, the roof smiles upon you kissing with each miniscule impact and making brimstone of your distance Oh to fill you with tears and ashes wept in joy for the fruitful revolution of this, the solvation of concrete You are the orbiting dream the muse of dawn and deity of morning stars The finest delight I could know is feeling pliable soils meeting my knees for you
On the 6: Jewel VI
On the 6, the acrid scent of steel lingers with a redolence not dissimilar to deperation I am on my way, darling destined by poetry to be with you again The heavy hedonic days have tolled for me and, leaving them worthless as broken bottles I await faithfully the carefilled moment when our embraces echo throughout the heavens A world for you, my harvest moon whose head rests, resolute and permanent upon shoulders smooth as doves feathers Never to be seperate again let eternity begin . I feel you drawing me, a dream garbed in dark dispositions and though I have shed tears previous all that shall be shed now are vestial ashes of concrete, honey, and our memories of a world once long spent
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