Perfection takes on a new ring, at the thought of you
The wealth of your love has no mysteries- unrestrained-wild-free-endless-timeless.
from dusk to dawn, its hurricane does not overwhelm.
It’s all shades, paints, and hues, running blood-red, and burning fierce as the furnace Daniel’s friends braved.
Giants cower at my approach, oceans part before me, and death runs like a headless chicken.
Your love is the ripped scarlet curtain allowing me unfeterred access to the rock of ages.
Your love is the forever outstretched golden sceptre – free entrance to the King of Kings.
For me, your love turned its back on a crown of countless invaluable jewels,
choosing a crown of thorns.
Your love is proud to belong to me- authentic- it does not tease.
It will not end- renewed with each breath I take-
It is untouched by human definitions – surpassing all intellect-
You don’t give your love in pieces-
consumed- whether I sink or swim-
I am content in my brazen obsession with your love
I am dancing in the unfiltered light of your love on angel’s wings
Wearing Esther’s crown I twirl to my King’s heartbeat.