I love you more than life and death,
and all the words of earth combined.
I'd give you even my last breath,
and in your heart I might just find
the thing that I've been looking for,
the love I crave so frightening.
You're not my lost and loved Lenore,
but something much more quieting.
I'm speechless in you presence, though
I'd never give you up to doubt,
and all my feelings I can crow
will never let you run about.
I love you better than myself,
and that, my dear, defines itself.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
I love you more than life and death,
and all the words of earth combined.
I'd give you even my last breath,
and in your heart I might just find
the thing that I've been looking for,
the love I crave so frightening.
You're not my lost and loved Lenore,
but something much more quieting.
I'm speechless in you presence, though
I'd never give you up to doubt,
and all my feelings I can crow
will never let you run about.
I love you better than myself,
and that, my dear, defines itself.
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