Ever More, Evermore                                                                             

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A cure for love exists.  This remedy

Is more.  More love in quality becomes

The pure concoction.  Ponds are filled with sea,

The sea with oceans, then this loving plumbs

The depths of heights.  Give more and more and more.

The waters must be pure, as clean as clean

Has ever been, like Eden’s streams before,

Ideal with fruit tree shores, no snakes, serene.

The quality of love like mercy must

Spread out and fill like glory forming space

To what it ever wanted always, thrust

To full perfection, loving warming space.

  One purpose of such love, the blending of

       More loves, is interpenetrating love.

© Phillip Whidden