A Love Poem

 

The clock strikes twelve and the fates have allowed that I should be with you

 

Jupiter’s Gold, with circling moons, like crystal spheres, lets loose wishes come true for me and you

 

The Archangel and the Cherubim soar, red wine soaked arrows find their score; through the armor of past love hurts, towards the opening of the heart

 

Old pain is forgiven, forgotten as new love rushes in with red stained passion; amending new trust with it’s blessed gifts

 

The emancipation of the heart, the absolution of the pain; resurrection of the soul, free to love again

 

As it was you; the miracle, the vision, the beautiful prayer given answer to.. that caused me to believe in love gain

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