Phantom Love

Thy voice is as cool as the winter breeze.
Words from thy mouth distills like the dews from the heavens
Upon every ear beneath the sound of thy voice.

In the mist of the turmoil of day thy Love is what giveth strength to the weak.
The heart that is engulf with malicious thoughts and treacherous desires
Is purified by the magnitude, affluence of thy language.

Thou art a choice spirit, full of love and intelligence with which thou blesses the lives of whosoever cometh in contact with thee

Impossible it seemeth to the faithless how one can love thee from distance.

With thee the unimaginable happens leaving the multitude to wonderment
No man will ever turn from thee nor withhold from thee that which is rightfully thine.
Thou art an embodiment of Love and affirmation of the existence of the supreme Being