Deep down in depths of my soul

lies something so great

it's like a Rorschach test

engraved in my mind

Like a crimson sun neurotic at best

it's a disembodied euphemism

primitive human emotion

love uncontrollable in itself

until embraced by the passage of the eyes

pass the heart to the pit of its being

Soul searcher

mind boggler

joy bringer

pain pleaser

knowing we shall return tommorrow optimistic

of its presence

the one flame we will repeadly and willingly be bunt by

like the candle wax

sliding down the side of that favorite

Candle Opera sitting in the window of love