PURE

I wish my heart were ever pure,
My mind and thoughts untainted,
Except this world and its allure
My attitude have painted.

My

Purity, lies in nature still untouched

The rippling mountain spring, crystal clear

Like a mirror revealing all that lies

She awaits purity of thought
but encounters licentious festering
selfish diatribes of pseudo-intellectual
rationalizations

My love for you is streams of bright and neon blue
I'm here for you; no matter what your going through

Fireworks and flares

Love never grows tired of its own purity in you.
It rests within itself so fully as itself so purely and true.
Love resides