i could have loved,
i once loved...
   i could love once more...
but then...
i'd rather be dead.

story of my life...
the breath, and depth
of a love for you,
overpowered me
to cite...
however many times
i'd rather see hell
than i might see you...

and from what
i've seen...
      from what i've seen?!
i've seen you more
times than all the hell
i could wish for!

******* me...
i love you, so, so, so much!
when you gave me
Bulgakov
while playing video
games...

your fudge plump nose
that i loved to bite
during ***,watching your
*** in the mirror...
your laughter...

your snigger, and subsequent
laughter...
your exes...
    your plain dross
of brown hair...
      
i live and i die:
remembering you....
   i am...
merely a memory of you...
and you know that i know,
and i know, that
you also know...

i am born within you,
i am born from you,
i think because of you,
i am thought:
because:
  i am you!

                you are
the shadow that
gnaws at night!

       your shadow
eats, the night!

  you are a love,
that describes love in
fiction
and makes wise men,
fools!

              my lust,
my Islamic bow....
              my enduring,
first, and last, Surah...
  my sigh...
my laughter...
   all that is me,
thus made unto you,
thus...
      
     all that is me,
be made: unto you.

and she has a name...
Ilona.