Loves Determination

To breathe;
Has no meaning.
Unless defined by thous existance.

Fore the blood that pumps through thines viens;
Travel with the intent
To speak thy name.

To mainfest thy being into this reality;
If only by sheer will.
Then thou hast completed thy goal.

But alast;
This is a fools path that I shalt not travel.
A fantasy of thy own.
For only the maker has the power to complete such a goal.

Then upon thee I speak;
Creator of the worlds.
With a humble heart I ask of thee.

To create and mold a beauty not for the eyes to behold;
But for the mind.
For the mind to swallow into eternity.

To covet this living enigma and gaze upon her wonders.
To bask in her glory of pure elation.
Only then can thou finally breathe.
Only then shalt thou finally live upon a natural high.

Engaged in the truth behind the eyes that cry pain of sorrow is where thou shalt make thy stand.
Upon the river of thought is where thou shall drink.
Tasting each drop of essence that is to be thys better half.

Does thou forbadith me this creation because I am not worthy to occupy the same space as thee?

Surly thou can hear my cries of woe...of agony...of disalotion.

My heart aches as if a knife has puncture me saverly;
Causing me to scream an excruciating discomfort.

To ease this sensation and gain the peace thy crave.
Thou must bless thee with what thy desires.

To wait any longer will cause friction in the equalibruim that keeps thy sane.
I beg of thee please create this being so I can speak thou name!

Learn from the wisdom that thou has bestow'd in thee.
To love this conception of infinite beauty infinitly;
Is the only wish of thee.

My blood streams through the veins at an exhausting rage;
Creating a sensation only described as ecstasy.

Thou has made thee incomplete.
A bird with one wing can not fly;
Fore thou must be joined with the other in order to soar beyond the shackels of this reality.

O my love!
Please with willing ears hear my hearts beat scream for thou attention!

O to love with out knowledge of loves intention;
Surely leads to roads with no ending.

Is it thy destiny to bid thee farewell;
Fore thou knowest not of thy owns existance?

O what a tingled web we weave;
When caught in loves convection.
Days have no ending as if time is conceived through sheer thought.

Thy soul knowest no rest until joined
With the imperfections that has constructed you into this reality.

I look not onto the morrow;
Distance thoughts carry fears of doubt.
With eyes of sorrow I look onto today;
But thy time is borrowed.

How much longer must thy wait to feel loves embrace?
With no hesitation thou shalt live with patience;
As thy heart will be the spokes model;
For loves determination.