Is it less love ?

I have been reading and re-reading the posts about how we love, how intensily we love. With quite frankly a desperation if you must  ( or can ), qualify it that way. And i have reached a conclusion.

Is love less love if not as intense ? As passionate ?

I guess the following will tell you my viewings on the matter at hand...


A slow burning fire within my soul

a constant desire to be with.

I am me, but at the same time i feel the need to share it with you.

Did i not exist prior to loving you ?

I am sure i did. And yet i can not recall such period of my life.

It seems as if i only experience being alive from the moment you arrived in mine.

So who was i ?

Thus it really matter ?

I guess what i am trying to say is that all my walk in life as brought me here, and made me this person you cleary are atract it to. So i did exist i was me i am still me i am just happier now.

Loving you , being in love with you made grow.

So do i love you too much ? Nah...


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