Epitaph of Love

Feel love as the sky, as the moon, as the tryst’ first meet,
Yet cardiac, unborn, curing and deep;
Singsong is all in love with heart sublime,
With mood, fresh and breezy; vigorous and fine.

Touch all the bowers of bliss,
Pronounce all crescendo and hiss,
Buzz, cadence, consonants and song;
Sing in love with your hearts long.

Touch all the gardens of Hesperides,
Do all the heaven, do best;
In love think of the sky and space,
Love is a blessing guess

Of the untold world, indivisible and vast,
The embodiment of a lass;
Cross all Arcadia and never-never land
Remain unalloyed, sacred and sane.

Copyright:Welkin Siskin