I love you to
all relation,
as in no end.
Which is why
dearness pushes
you away.
I somehow
trust you'll be,
as we leave off.
Akin to the
difference between
words and gibberish,
held together by mind.
My heart's always having
"That" conversation,
which begs to differ with
loving a body.
That will die.
Yet lives its excruciating
foreverness, where oath
takes your place.
I Am overcome
by the strength
that takes it.