I’ve never endured such a panoramic sight of true intuition. Just the thought  exist and yet its a stupendous blindside. One desires no other soul then you. In this intuitive view their stand alone, A glowing form. An orb of pointless thorns. Her real name only I behold and what surround is a profound darkness Ready to be reborn. The light in a the storm that consumes the universe. The roundness in a flat world. Your the meaningful love I would give my life for. I know of what I speak of. The lustful power is sweat compared to sour. The anticipation grows stronger every hour. It's my heart as it makes it's first beat. The spark that starts the fire and the Divine rhythm is complete.