Magic of Adoration
S1 at it was called........
Thee tabernacle of the human intellect mumbles;
All at once a peculiar unconcious of instinctual impulses immense;
You deliquesced thy glacious and fetterless thing of mine;
into a burning blaze of arouse.
Thee pulse of my soul can't hid its gleam.
In the outskirt of such turbulence;
you mak'th me feel like i'm in tranquility.
As I fix my gaze upon thee;
it's like cooling fires of creation scintillates luminously.
It replicates euphoria as I saw thee.
Thy sympathy of you and mine.
On how emphatic you are —
Arouse diminish blossom:
shifted into a harmonious glee.
Making a way either gloom or doom.
The flow of the veil's dissonant — disappeared.
As how they label couldn't find....