When love ascends to its highest levels humanly possible
The sheer intensity renders the ambiance burst at the seams
The dewdrop pauses, streams freeze in their tracks.
The earth wobbles on its axis and is still.
Photons gain mass and disperse through the cosmos
Shedding light like the magic wand of a witch
The sky becomes the earth and the earth the sky
Seconds minutes and the hours drop to the ground
And scatter like husk in a high random wind
Love completes a full circle and assumes perfection.
Love is a force, an energy, a process, a rendition
Nothing comes near it, and nothing equals to it
Being sublime, solemn and transcends itself and turns divine.