I love you save for the fact that it is adoration,
A mutual cognizance of a fact that you are gone,
And as I go from planet to planet in obeisance
My heart grows colder on wanton temperatures of self destruction-Love.
I cherish you save for the fact I don’t know if it is an end,
Hate you with a passion filthy enough to turn into unwavering love,
And label it a blind eye to a truth,
That I am a blind man in a one eyed people’s kingdom.
As spring sprouts forth,
And summers brazen flow comes to light,
A calm obsession takes over,
And still the beauty of love from me,
Swept away into the gloomy blues of a coming storm.
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