Two Poem by Bree Z Love

Blood, bone and flesh, fruitful divine miracle.
We are one yet different; your soul is my soul.
We've surpassed a relation; indeed elevatedabove the whimsical,
Spheres, incommensurable, depth but not unworthy of an extrol.

Cancelled out inferior soul ties.
For wrapping in the Omnipotent.
Loving at a supreme Divine.
The sacrifice was of great importance.

Created a new atmosphere, called Heaven.
We lived inseparable the whole time;
yet I had lost my way, due to deception.
Now, my temple is fully in tune.

2 N Tune
2 N Love
2 N separable

Set in stone no one can dismantle this stone.
This existence was just meant to be.