Truimph Of Love

As I see her crooning yet in quiescence in the corridors of tears reeling roused quipping high yet stirred by the glooms of rage when cooed as veil of tears being soused when we trudge with reeks of anger as flouncing the light of love heaving apart as petals of rose roughed out from the stock yet gentle drifting apart seemingly doused, quietened as love of faith seems flossed to fear, as the faith of love never yet be bemused coursed intoned even truncated by the riff of rage as the light of smooching muses with mirth and triumph of love as quinessence when conquered