Analysis of Wishing worlds of words

My mind flew onto the page
It was a mystery, a new age
Like what was to be, had been seen
Many times, like a baby weened
And the beauty was seen way too fast
Compelling love in the greatest of haist
And as if loving the self in a mirror
He called to me like a living river
Was it the Gods joke upon me?
Or was my lazy heart being set free.
I am afraid of what this love could be
For it is faster and stronger in its plea
Like the slam poet rapping on ivory towers
A poem said for hours and hours.