Anarchy , my Love.

It is almost sacred , when
every symbol in this world which stands
for freedom , for love
For strength , or for the mighty God above,

All come together, personified , into
an allegory of divinity and darkness alike,
clothed in your skin and bones
Who stands for my ideas , and I believe in hers
And looking at her face, I feel bold
Like the child who's looking at the candle
amid the treacherous darkness in his room
Whose eyes are fixated upon the yellow flame
which dances softly
Like his young hearted hopes.