A passion rare and ever sweet
Hurled me on bruised and broken feet
To Love's new zenith, by Angels fathomed first
Not oceans pure and rare could quench the thirst
Regaled by beatitudes as thine
Heal divine wounds of spirit's brine
Borne aloft burnished by colours of desire
Sight of which set my soul on fire
To heights of heaven all hearts do aspire
Singing mantras to ancient lyre
Cross stars we waltz like outlaw cats
With wanton wit authority thwart
In future years bereft of chains
Bereft of sad and melancholy refrains
I see them crawl, free, take flight
Bask in Love, eternal delight
Beat demons crept with stealth at night
Upon you with blades, half-hid 'neath devil's sheath
With vision suffice to ignite
A poet's heart to soar, take flight
It was "for Love!" the poet's cried
As passion in them flourished wide
Rare as care and ever sweet
Worlds with love and light replete