Heavenly

 
the taste of playful love
trumpets in my brain,
I feel the voice of angels
down there on the ground.


my knowledge is gone
as passion ignites,
the heat cannot be measured,
the thinking is now paralyzed.


of all words
in space and in time
the most beautiful of chords
are you when in love struggle.

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