Paintings Of You (Chapter Two) Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

I'll name you Love, in every world I'll travell
or create with these words I've stolen, from the original Romeo.
On the trail of dead giants I go,
for I know they are your victims too,
oh! how impossible and lovely you are.
I have no weapons,
I know there isn't one capable of touching you
as the kings of your past.
And although you are much much more to me
than you've ever been to them
I've found myself today more lonely than they.
I'm sure they've never loved you
more than I love you
when I hate you.
You tell me to stop, my mind tells me to stop
and I'm sure that people will tell me that too
if they were to know
this tragedy...
(you know there's going to be a 'but')
...but I like how it feels
when those mad mad eyes stabb me.