Love is non-sense

What a cacophany of sound, Love is, filling the mezanine anew, with chimes and bells, with Doves, a fluttering when piccolo calls.

How wide and deep my Joy is when echoes my heart with Love and war. One without the other loses the flavour of the best and worst… of the chime of bells, in the  Campanalia.

How deep my hate when buried too deep, the greatest shovel cannot reach my hell,but love can reach me up with a teaspoon, in Joy.

And my heart it cleansed of all its ills, my shame is my Love when Saviour saves from each and every others’ pain, save mine.

Chime you bells the mezanine, float you pipes if Pan will let you.

What a cacophany of sound, Love is, filling the mezanine anew, with chimes and bells, with Doves, a fluttering when piccolo calls.

LOVE IS

AJBlair