The Devel's HellRaiser
My Love Towards You - Poem by The Devel's HellRaiser
I call love intricate, for it will never be understood.
I call love, the liking of ones soul.
I call love, the liking of ones beauty.
I call love, the liking of one greatly.
I call you, My love.
I found myself in love with you, the moment my eyes fell upon your body.
I found myself in love with you, the moment I heard your sweet voice.
I find myself in love with you,
yet, I cannot find the strength inside,
to tell you how I feel.
If I died tomorrow, you probably couldn't care less.
Yet, if you were to die,
I would live alone for all of my life,
I'd force myself to fight the pain,
though everyday it'd just get harder.
I would find the blade coming closer and closer,
so I could be with you again,
though that would just ruin the lives of others.
I wish I could find the strength inside,
to tell you how I feel,
though I am afraid that you would laugh,
and tell me I am weird.
I am writing this poem to let you know that,
you are the reason there is not blood on my carpets,
you are the reason I get up in the morning,
and that you are the reason that I'm not dead.
I love you and none other,
none other shall I love,
are my love.
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