Faith is the highest degree of true love.
It is the essence above the flowers
that lingers like time and glistens like tough
leather after a night of rain showers:
I stand over flowers and draw deep breaths
from the purple aura that surrounds me;
this fragrance will survive a thousand deaths,
pulling me through the heartbreak that hounds me:
Faith is air, but it is also the voice
that echoes through space and time in belief
that truth is always the ultimate choice,
granting the noble spirit great relief:
All the good vibes that I send in good faith
will someday reveal truths that lie beneath.