In love with love,
Rid me of all the pessimism,
out with the offensive.
Splendor in a bough, miracles abound.
An exquisite craftsman’s harangue.
In every smile the Tao,
The balance of Yin and Yang.
I am in love, with the elegance
Those wounds, agony-filled alleyways,
I leave behind.
Rather myself entwine,
With that flowering cherry blossom,
Honeysuckle, Larkspurs, and Lavender.
Be a Lily, a Lotus,
Gaze up to the blue, a Petunia,
Perfumed, beauteous Begonia.
I am in love with the loveliness
That naked want, the lust of the night,
Both now – bestower & subject.
With elixir mystique bedecked.
A province, familiar yet unfamiliar,
Smoldering, torching away borders,
I am in love with the passion