My one loveMature

How I envision the love of my life

On the deepest darkest day the only thing
I can see is her beauty. The love she
Gives me is more than any ring
I could give her. The love consumed me

Her hair is a golden layer of brilliance
The redness of her lips showed the passion
The blue of her eyes showed the significance
The love had no form nor fashion.

Without her I could certainly not strive.
The passion we had, had no division.
The essence of it meant I could not be alive.
I had a life planned in our vision.

The passion and love is eternal.
Without her the pain is internal.

The End

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