Star Crematorium Poem by Gokay Yasar Uzumcu

Love but to Inconnue
Love but the woman may ride the sky too.
Love but magnifying. me
The more Love the more But

Love echoes in the chambers of the neurons,
Love but the nightlight by seeing on the
handshaked blue,
Love the lighthearted storm, but the calm;
In love, even shadows bloom.'

But love but aristolochia grandiflora;
Seen on my ex-libris' page as pressed.
Been/being into my hypethral pathos.
Love live the Queen onto my dome of euphoria!