plethora amore
an eternal ethereal plethora amore
betwixt ego amidst imperial decor
wisdom within whispers rapt metaphors a lore
such secrets so simple locked behind doors
where exists a force which denies us with lies
they try ever so hard to let the truth die
for those who aren't closed as per the 3rd eye
see through the blinds and though their disguise
we see all of us cry from the stars in the sky
for stars sing when we die and they sing us alive
so as i look down from above all i see is the love
all i see is the beauty which feels more than enough

- alex aeQea ariumn