A Plea to Love

As a
Fluttering moth

Falls to it's

Final 

Fate

In the

Furious 

Flames

Of our night. 

We'll 

Fall 

Out of the 

Frustration of our 

Month

And our

Monotonous 

Moaning 

Of 

Mourning 

Tomorrows

Dissipates.

Our

Souls 

Set to

Soar 

For the 

Settled 

Suns 

Simplicity. 

In it's 

Fallen 

Light, 

We love,

We lust, 

We long,

And we lose 

but we never get

Lost. 

Our 

Persisting 

Passion 

Perpetuates 

The 

Pulsating 

Pendulum 

Of our hearts. 

Pointing us 

To our

Perfect

Perception.

Our prayers,

Answered,

Our wishes,

Wanted

By the

warranting 

Natures or our 

World.

Fulfilled 

To the 

Fullest, 

We can 

Fully understand.

Friends. 

I beg if you. 

Forget our

Meager

Frustrations. 

Fill our

Fountains.

Let's the

Fruits of our 

Feelings grow to

Fruition. 

Feel it 

Flow through

Your veins,

Let it

Flood onto 

Our lovers.

Let the 

Lights down 

Low, 

And lay. 

Lay until 

The darkness

turns to day.

For we know

To Love 

Is the 

Righteous way.