Your love is a drug.

I would love to call, 
thy love,
 a drug.

Something,
that makes me last…

But at the very instant,
liquefies me!

When I am faraway,
away from you.

I recognize… 
I’m frantically, 
honestly, 
And fervently, 

in love, 
with you!!!

I worry if, 
I am wrong.
And what degree can this bond 
be stretched to?

Will it constantly keep,
 happening to me?
Am I not worthy of, 
true love too?

Am I designed to survive, 
the blows, which life puts, 
harshly on me, 
all alone?

Dearest, 
my love, desires your help.
Admit it or attest it wrong!

I shall readily agree to any,
 decision that is yours.

The End

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