THE LIONS DEN

{MAN STANDING ON LOVES FLOOR}
THE SOUND OF MAN SPEAKING UNTO LOVE...
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And of Love I would ask, Wherefore art thou?
What cloud dost thou lie behind, I roaming the desert alone?
Love as thou inhabit the skies, the water, the dirt.
Love as thou dwell deep in my Lion heart.
I and love standing on the floor as adversaries, as old friends, as inspiration.
Love dost thou hold a tear for all my pain, would I implore as the winds of change whip around us.
As it whips the threads we wear.
A hat to shield us from the driving dust that the air circulates.
The blazing light of all this weight as it blasts onto our retina's.
Love in his manifestation as clear as the calm day.
Clarity in the midst of chaos cause Love don't change.
Love remains the same.
A remainder of all these things that have transpired over a millenia.
The harbinger of our deepest secrets.
I man would speakest these things to the being love as we stand at the foot of long shadows waiting for things to change.
My hand would I reach toward Love seeking to touch its solid core... to attain some of its peace in the midst of all this turmoil.
Love the cause and the cure.
Love the only way.
Love thou art the most beautiful conundrum.
The answer and the question.
One and the same.
I shouting these things while whispering unto Love.
The sun setting pon the desert floor as I and Love converse.
Bitter enemies and best friends.
Love would I implore...
Dost thou hear my roar?
These things wouldest I man Speak unto Love as day becomes night.