As the ravishing nature of love, all demonstrated, for our very hearts
Catapulted in to the depths of infinity, unassumingly, and without much fanfare
The very beauty of one’s soul, though enhanced, yet not quite surpassed
In the aggregates of this life, the murmuring of one’s heart, all but evident, through infinity
In all the vastness of one’s soul, the very fragment of its consciousness, and that partition, that claims your existence
That character of one’s spirit, with the very fraction of its capacity, dwelling, all here and there, and nowhere else
The passion of our lives, running ferociously, through the very veins of our existence
Nothing lurking, nothing murmuring, no my darling, but the majesty of love itself, glorified for every one
Come my sweet, the time for exaltation, is drawing nigh
Nothing awkward, all indeed beautiful, no hesitation needed, and remember, that the time for exaltation, is drawing nigh
There are many chores, all to be taken care of, in the dimension of things
Yet miss not this moment, no my darling, our very salvation’s here, and remember, that the time for exaltation, is drawing nigh
The angels are all singing, and the Lord is beckoning, absolutely nothing’s left to chance
No my darling, take heed, and listen to your heart, this is indeed the moment, and remember, that the time for exaltation, is drawing nigh
My heart, and your heart, and indeed, all of our affections, spread wide and deep
Not a dream, but indeed a complete reality, embrace it, and make it your own, and remember, that the time for exaltation, is drawing nigh
For every step, the very blessing of creation, following, for our assurances
The spirit of creation, and the very God of salvation, yes my sweet, giving us confidence, through and through, and remember, that the time for exaltation, is drawing nigh
In the idleness of our time, all thoughts, and much anticipation, yet with no vision
Cast out all slumber, cherish your lover’s bosom, with much affection, and remember, that the time for exaltation, is drawing nigh
Eat these words, and make them part of your flesh, as this is reality in all its glory
All your salvation, the very ecstasy of your existence, rolled in to them, and remember, that the time for exaltation, is drawing nigh
Come my sweet, the path of righteousness, is indeed, the path of ecstasy itself
Shy not way from it, embrace it, in all its glory, and nothing else, and remember, that the time for exaltation, is drawing nigh
