My love for you does not run as deep as rivers,
For water cannot
quench the fire
In me that burns
for you.
It burns as hot as
a thousand fires;
As hot as a fiery
furnace heated seven times over
Engulfing me in
flames of unbridled passions.
What I feel
for you is a powerful storm.
Way beyond my
control or understanding.
Sweeping me up in
the throes of a painful love.
A destructive love
that soothes my demons
I found a person
whose evil compliments my bad
Not to be
mathematical
Like two negatives
we have become postive.
My love for you is
a still voice constantly reassuring you
Of the eternal
bind our hearts have.
Reminding you that
come war or peace,
Hell or high
water,
Never will I leave
you.
There are no words appropriate enough
To carry the
weight of my love for you.
For in the vast
void of my vapid existence
You found me.
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