On romance

I had a dream and i followed my good angel

And she taught me i’m limited

And G, you taught me Love’s unlimited

It’s conditional love, and our theology reflecting us, that crystalises Love

Love doesn’t belong to them, or the good, Love can’t be claimed, but only by the rest of us, ad infinitum

Reflected in that girl getting bound, strung up, suspended by clingwrap

I’ll kiss you, wrapped in spiritual ecstasy

Romance is to fathom, G