Sensational feeling,

a bond no man can devastate,

like the winds of the tempest,

any lesser being, we shall eliminate.

our hearts hold true,

this is nothing one can imitate,

once found, once known,

only then, can you excavate.

few dance in it's waters,

seldom, do we marinate,

long before the sun rises,

we find we don't tesselate.

slaves to the passion,

our emotions decide to decimate.

buried by the hundreds,

our carcass is left to disintegrate,

untroubled,

our souls fly free and celebrate,

for the love of our God is everlasting.