Love is an antidote, a mox

Love is a paradox,

An antidote, a mox;

It soothes the pains,

No loss, but only gains;

It flounders the spirit

Into imaginary states

Of being into nothingness

Unto everythingness.

I love you beyond the galaxies

Into other worlds beyond

Where falcons rise high

And fairies dwell neath shrooms 

Playing with mites and bees;

The expanse of my heart

You may not be able to fathom

And this dwelling place I harbour

Is full of stardust and phantoms;

At least a million beseech me

And I pick you out, one in a million;

Out of a multitude of commons

You are one unique shining gem,

Bright as the sun, cool as good health;

Your being is the antidote

To all my chagrins new and old;

If love is an antidote

You are made in God's doubly holy juice.

I seek you in every infinitesimal moment,

I see your face in the heavens;

If love is a paradox, an antidote, a mox

You are the erupting manna from the skies above,

The sweet nectar that cools my soul.