Love

By Happenstance,

My rank will never match your echelon.

But the head of my love pump 

Is high enough to discharge 

True love to the pinnacle

That you would ever cherish.

Can you come out of your fold, 

O' my unrivaled beauty?

Can you peruse my avalanche of love letters?

Can you prove to the world that love has no religion and caste,

Love is a sacred union of true 

And innocuous hearts?