For The Love Of Words

For the love of words I'd be willing to give up Paradise itself! That is If Paradise Even exists, In the name of the Spirit As Love, Continually, we are told Co-Exists With all sorts of Myths. For the love of words, Hours spent In literary mists, Cool and comfortable, Where a sort of Telepathy exists With other Worlds, Creating a rumble Of satisfactory, Bliss! Is it sinful to persist In loving sounds That co-exist With imagery? Sounds and Symbols Abstract feelings Deeply embrace As language recuperates Feelings, skyward bound, Coming around Concealing nothing And so, Connecting souls In joyful co-existence Totally satisfying And gorgeously appealing With the love of Words!