When a doorway presented itself ...
After eons of observation …
And Primordial Love finally saw ...
An irresistable scene ...
An idyllic view …
Of fields of fleurs …
Of lush green fields of someday grain …
And BLeU to BLaY shining skies and rain …
And a taurus in the rarest of needs for aid ...
Primordial Love could not ignore …
Nor could abide …
Left ...
A piece of themselves to act ...
A piece to observe through their servant’s eyes …
Stepped through …
And into the realm of men …
To bring back Primordial Love …
Back Again …