Love of the Day
from the depth of eternal bloom, come forth a wave of true fortune. a luck by destiny itself, thriced the line of a good smile. blown by bits and into the realm of the goddess. Goddess of Love, Enithia. as i imagined. when love truly struck by the feet of the ground, may they be blessed with forcoming generations. be it wild or simply vile.
a playful wick upon the doors of the misfortune. shall entrust the wicked tick onto the warmth of the ill-willed stench. a red river ignoring the flow of kindness. a white storm that clutches its fist. and an angry kid on the fine crafted swing. one fine day of the worst week. for when the cats purr, and the eagle screamed. i will listen to every bits of love you are willing to shine.