Love Poem by Iain Prior
Love
Bitter sweet it is but a fleet of momentous ecstasy,
Morphed in complexity and fating your destiny,
Cloaked in innocence like bate on the hook,
From you it was took,
Fulfilling the promise made to your heart,
Never to part from exquisite tranquillity,
Within this profanity of chaotic insanity,
Insuring your place deep within space,
Enduring the test of your genetic bequest.
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