Cup of Cosmic

　　Love is strong as death

　　Love does not hide

　　in flocks of small chocolates

　　and well-placed roses, thorns clipped

　　and thrown away.

　　Love laughs at the sizzling

　　beat and rhythmic repetition

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　　of pop heartbreak and crush. I

　　didn`t know the wave of love, the

　　injection of love,

　　the comfort of love,

　　until God himself crashed over me,

　　water clearer than air. A love that caresses

　　and flows, a love that knows more

　　than every book shelved and yet written,

　　travels through walls

　　and time and the stubborn heart

　　of stone I sometimes house. His love

　　does not stop, it just keeps coming, like the swift

　　and silent migration

　　of millions of black and orange

　　gossamer wings. Like the eager hands

　　of a baby—you can`t hold me enough.