Love is such a shallow term,
A dictionary entry, a cliched word.
Letters are too ordinary to describe the
Evanescence of the entire universe
That exists beyond you and me.
The passion of  passion,
The unfathomable depths of the un-breathable trap
And the silky smooth pearl which drew me to the bottom of it.
The evanescence of even myself,
The existence of nothing but you,
Even within myself.

That isn't love. It's more than that.

The End

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