Like New

Then love was to be made, my lover.
Poured across a wet floor, she lay.
Clear, tasteful.
She was in wrapped affection and purity.
Ablaze go my eyes, afire they be.

So much glory, so much glory in us.
As the infant relation grew to our willow,
We both sought electric love & endangered -
Fate.

Then love was ablaze,
A fable to our hearts.
And I say;
                "Diligo vos, ego operor."