When I’ve died of heart and honesty
I see through the glass of sensitivity
It writes and reads of silent love
A painter's heart in truest chemistry
Itself, entails exhausting beds of ability
With sparkling stars and jubilee in hearts battle and agility
My breast more expressed, the fiercest thing in my chest, fraility
This passion seems too much for my heart to handle this dignity
My heart, a chief of the sun and moon solarity
Closes between women and men rigidity
To trust - the truth with truest vitality
To put fear in the grave, what remains is a love for souls prosperity
A rage from a lover's cry primary
A lithany of something so very extraordinary
copyrighted 2006
