LOVE, ALMIGHTY

Love, Almighty! What can you tell to alleviate long effects of thy bléssèd spell? That longing is good for us? Let alone plague, calamities, coy misfortune -- all that if doesn’t destroy, might as well evolve. Like the hearing of an abalone. I have learned your strategy: sweep off one’s feet -- entice -- merge for thy fleeting millennia -- run aground. Off from the breaking waves -- breaking the day -- sunrise casts on the drifting skies its muffled round.