Without a Cure
(Love Song)
The
sun fell on my heart
When
you gazed in my direction
Causing
immediate symptoms
Which
radiated adoration
Soon
it burned into devotion
Like
initials on an oak tree
Or
the gold smelted into rings
Worn
in passionate symmetry
Without
a cure
My
love is without
Without
a cure
Your
love is without
Decades
of yearning discovery
In
the warm sun or cold satellite
Even
with occasional absence
Our
flame still shines bright
Enjoying the nights by candlelight
And feasting on noonday pure
Thrilled
the sickness of our love
Came
without a cure
Without
a cure
My
love is without
Without
a cure
Your
love is without
Without
a cure
Our
love is without
Without
a cure
Our
love is – without a cure
~
"How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eye are doves."
- Song of Songs 1:15
"Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the young women."
- Song of Songs 2:2
