Love

Love is scared wholesome and pure
Unselfish and selfless and never demure
Love is not governed by time and space
Love is the essence substance and faith

My heart ebbs with its passionate rhyme
And isn’t bound by the prism of time
To share the substance of my hearts warmth
And call to lover in the absence of form

No lonelier, less my heart bleeds
Then to cherish love and bare its seeds
To bath in her essence and heavenly allure
And drink from her virtue, wholesome and pure

To err and to ebb in my hearts cherish light
Then to walk in its substance, and dance in the night
Love is scared, wholesome and pure
To bath in its substance, among its allure

Love is a question of substance I’m sure
As I am drawn by its essence, like a moth to the flame
Less I am pure, then to love in vain
Love is the presence upon my heart

Thou art the love upon which I part
Quest that I love and for love, thou art!
Love is the essence of substance and heart
To err and to ebb upon whispering hearts