INTRINSIC, (THE INITIAL CRY).

My mind loves...

My heart loves...

My body loves and...

My soul loves you.

There is no expression of me...

That does not love you.

And if I were to lose this connection,

From that day...

I could not accept anything else...

Except wanting to pass over soon after...

Or seek to obtain a justifiable explanation.

Because as there is the countenance of life

Continuously rolling,

With all its wonder, magnificence, beauty...

Divine essence enfolding;

Without you in it...

Measures of loves grace would surely diminish,

And as the meaning of life, falsely dismissed

Is marred by one's bereft reaction...

It would serve no purpose.

As the urge then, is to emotionally crave an exit,

Sleeping nights only for it to finish.