(LOVEBONICS) DEDICATED TO THE LOVELY FLOWER THAT GREW WILD IN THE GARDEN OF MY POTENTIAL LOVE
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And what words would I rip from the beats of mine heart to describe how I feel about thee?
Surely they would be in a language never before used in this quadrant of the universe.
They consisting of electrical impulses and mitochondrial dna.
They consisting of the collective memories of all mine and thine ancestors.
They born of the adulation of finding thee and the angst of all the years I a lonesome warrior searched.
All the years I begged of Allah to reveal you to I.
Would and could they be overstood by these mere mortals whose only knowledge of love is esoteric?
Would they need an angelic translator to break them down into a form they could process?
My love so complex that no theoretical explanation exists as of yet that would suffice.
I having absorbed thou into the whole of min flesh... The totality of mine being.
Surely these words would be a whispered scream that elicited would be heard on far distant world's.
Far off in the cosmos where on Serius B our human counterparts know nothing of our enslavement, segregation and desecration.
Would they include masonic symbology and Egyptian terminology, the song of the dolphins and the whales?
The mating call of the lion and the gentle caresses in the darkest night.
These words of love that I a lonesome warrior speak as they are ripped from my bloodstream.
These words of love dedicated to thee... Mine queen.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
