heaven wears the guise of earth today,
the robe of laughter and delight,
a broad and innocent bouquet
of summer's off'rings so winsome bright
so gay as to entice my soul
to play and don it's costume for the ball,
take up her place in life's parade
in blythe abandon to it all.

heaven wears the image of my very soul.
as tho her privelege it were
to take possession and control each
inuendo and defer
my own intentions unto her designs,
and overwhelm identity
and alter former states of mind
til we are one in synergy