The supermarket,
though filled with goods...

Your lips—
my shelter...

Love is a line between two points.
Love is the force to erase that line...

Chasing herself as
fast as running from herself...

A taint of red rose
illuminates...

You cannot help yourself
being beautiful...

Oh yes,
it’s always a good pitch that does it...

My soul is so tempered and tamed
in that temple of a little bloom...

When the truth is not lonely!
When the truthful is not one and only...

If the Son of the Almighty
came and sat beside you...

A bloom
is a testament to fire...

Omnipresence is weaved
when the threads of time entwine...