Darling, do you see my love starshine over your horizon?: A poem

I know my love is a motion that can never be aborted;

It may, most times, never be acknowledged, but exists like

a rock solid reality, which none can corporeally fathom; like

the mountains of creation overlying the Universe; whose structure

can never be a diminutive brevity, even if not obvious!

I see Mum and Dad in the grace they lived with, that I

breakfast with them in such purity that we, each of us,

return, to the other, gratitude for gratefulness, in the

greatness of the loyalties we share. The frailty and failure is not

ours, despite the overwhelming bewitchment that attempts to make our love

a folly! You know the evil that men do, lives so long and so

treacherously defined  with them, so infinitely, that righteousness

often has to give way to a most despicable but  familiar encroachment

and infiltration? Hasn’t my life been belittled by an impingement

and infringement by evil, so that I cannot even breathe fresh air, but that I

am enveloped by evil’s  foggy treachery to my utter suffocation and straitjacketing!

Yet I am not livid, not hassled by the contrarian infliction that devolves from one evil

to the other, and deflates my sense of purpose! I do not cry about it in my humongous

sense of humour! Is there any wisdom in the lay citizens of this country to discern that,

they have, over the past few many years been deceived that they are free, and in fact had

their freedom belied with untruths and fudging! I have treaded my way,

negotiating the tortuous pitfalls, to preserve the sanctity of love

and secure redemption of all the deserving, even though how eager and

overwhelmingly imposing(!)  is evil to clamber onto my back through

fraud to obtain its own salvation! I am always precariously doing duty

listening to the trumpet of my soul to preserve the dignity of true love!

And you know my love for all that I love, even my pets, is never remote or small

despite the bodygrabbing by evil, and the charade of my, then, having to snub love

for the sake of love! My true love, my Darling, do you have that unpilfered sharply

Godly Jazz resounding in you to light my fire on your soul’s frontyard so all can see?

Do you see my flame burst over your horizon in adulation of my love for you?

Do you see how I burn for you, despite the indomitable and incorrigible prolonged

blackness of a hijacker-`lightman’ship and ulterior `white’-kneesy-ness,

to be resolute and determined despite the challenges and grief to me; so that everything

that needs to be our cynosure of truth and justice remains eternally intact!