Devoured by the intensity,
  words that quench the soul
an enchanting intoxication - -
    like a spirited ******
      whetting a voracious thirst,  
plunging in for another swallow
   of adoration's satiated ******

I once had
a gold divining rod
It led me to the source
of love
~ It led me to you ~
but it got bent
much too easily

~ the shine was lost

the gold was
naught but glitter
covering a petrified twig

which just snapped...