Ah, and now for the inevitable,
the matrimony of The Heavens and Earth.
Perhaps, in your world, opposites attract.
In mine? They collide, leaving nothing but dirt.

But dirt can be fertile, O Mother of Saplings.
When water meets fire, they both dissipate.
The heat of the fire makes steam of the water,
their furious passion, such romance creates.

And hence comes the rhythm, miraculous rhyme.
Voices pierce heaven, as if shattering time.
Inhale the aroma of lust-addled bodies.
Give into sensation, thy spirit, sublime.

Eternity passes, the afterglow burns.
Adjourned, our meeting, though realized supreme,
united emotions, my lovely addiction.
Methylenedioxymethamphetamine.