I would give up the entire world if it meant I could have you in my life endlessly.
Your happiness is of grave importance to me when I study your smile I can overlook the darkness of this decaying reality.
Every heartbeat of the time my mouth declares three unpretentious words.
"I LOVE YOU"
I say it like an invocation
Not one moment did my tongue express profanity against these golden words of poetry.
I LOVE YOU. " I LOVE YOU " AND SOLITARILY JUST YOU.
I wallow in my own sorrows at the thought of the culmination when we shall one day part at death's hands.
I deeply distinguish that you love me equally, and this brings vast pleasure to my temperament.
I sense security in your encirclement, your heart is my home.
My heart qualms of my fragile weakness that I consume when I dream of you.
you make me susceptible to the sickness of love.
If love was a poem, you would be the title.
To even commence to define how profoundly I fell in love with you, I would need the capacity of a thousand-page manuscript written in the most romantic idiom.
Each and every retention of us is stowed into the back of my conscious and concealed deep into my heart.
Every beautiful memory plays through my head like soft music.
I would say my heart is immovable. There are days that you, but it's intolerable for me to do so.
I am so engulfed in your perfection. I do not think there has been a single day that you have escaped my thoughts.
I can feel your presence with me if I ponder our memories deeply enough.
Your presence weighs heavily in my heart. it is as if part of your soul occupies its crevasses, and fills my cracks.
Your eyes are echos of a hundred distant galaxies no man has ever revealed. Vast windows that reflect the constellation.
My heart is certain the universe resides in them.
as I begin to study your face, I feel like nothing but love could exist.
Your porcelain perfection never ceases to weaken me.
you weaken me with love, trust, and desire.
Like the finest specimen created by the hands of gods.
as I anticipate the connection of love, the implication is " YOU"
Even if the fire for what you feel for my dies, I do not the reason the passion I have for you will ever dim.
I di not begin to recollect if I had ever felt this susceptible.
I let this passion be valued like the rarest stones.