I call you the love of my life. I tell those around me, she is my wife.

What does it all really mean? This love that feels just like a dream.

The flames of passion within my heart. I ponder, unsure of when this love began to start.

Perhaps it was always there, just like the oxygen in our air.

And as I run my fingers through your hair, there is not an ounce of despair. For you take all the pain and hurt away, giving rise to stronger love each day.

I look upon your perfect face. In wondrous awe of that place. You hold inside my heart so deep. Forever mine until we sleep. And pass away in old age, holding hands, our love was fate.

She's my miracle girl, truly out of this world. Outfitted in diamonds and pearls, she'd bend my mind with a twirl.
A holy princess, come to cleanse our corrupt, ****** world.

And me, bettering myself every day all thanks to her I must say. Without her, I'd find myself lost on the way. She's the one to brighten my mortal stay, with laughter and play.

Though sometimes we argue and sometimes we fight, I know her by my side is what's right. This life, it may not be sunshine and rainbows, there is pain and strife, yet I have no doubts, she's the one I want as my wife.

They may call me poetic idealist but truly I'm a realist. Two hearts beating together as one, she's the light of my life shining as bright as the sun.

And until death do us apart, I'll have no one else in my heart. She is the one for me, for all eternity.

The quintessential fabric of life, to some: ambition, wealth, fame.

Gazing into my murky reflection dancing across the nighttime ocean, mirroring back a face of pure bliss, the answer becomes clear: love to last a lifetime.

And I lay steadfast in the certain belief that I've found the one to give it to me.

Nothing on this mortal plane can disuade me of that; not the distance of a hundred suns, the fists of a thousand men, or the coercions of ten thousand succubus.

Her name is Lucie, the one for me.
Truly my soulmate, for all to see.
No need for exaggeration, these words carry unfiltered truth. Dear Lucie, oh Lucie, I love you.

Reflecting on the choices I've made.
Wishing for better days.

Why did I invest such love and energy.
Friends tried to ward me away.

They knew it was the case.
Some people can't be saved.

As the midnight sun rises to its zenith, illuminating the horizon for all who dare gaze.

The love he once held for her dissipates, like the clouds of a midsummer afternoon.

Now, his eyes truly open for the first time.

He realises it was all but an illusion.

As I review it all, rose tinted glasses firmly clasped on my bedside table.

I see just what a nightmare you truly were.

And I am so glad to have finally woken up.

I feel relieved, knowing the truth sets me free from these self-imposed chains.

Wishing to live my truth. The girl I envisioned inside my head was just that, a mirage, the reality, far more sinister and convoluted.

You will tell the next, of the one who came before him. Tales of malevolence, a falsehood believed by none, inclusive of yourself. Inside, you hold steadfast in the knowledge, you moulded me into the monster I became.

A love built on lies was always doomed to die.

Seventeen years old, now filled with hate, the blame lies with you, take it to your grave.

The soothing glow of morning sun radiated its warmth into his very existence.

The weight of a thousand burdens lifted, he could finally fly.

Those three words, were they really worth a ****, when they so too, were said to another.

Drowning in melancholy, he took shallow comfort in the knowledge: pain is temporary, while greatness. Is forever.

And once the utter infatuation subsided, he saw her for what she truly was. A broken soul.