Divine thy love

We all so very well know
To be someone we are not
And for reasons all unknown
We pretend so to be in love

And we have not, slightest clue
How it feels, to breathe in pure
To be free, cave in and endure
What to do, with all this love

For thy hearts are so dull
Full, unduly signed by ego
And this mind lacks magic
Imagination, of divine thy love