My love is frenzy,
Craving to hold the power of your existence
My love is a fever,
Surrenders to the charge of this infinite distance
My love is still holding on
To the charming truths of the nearest silver line
It’s coming back and forth
And struggles for the slightest conversation to divine…
While I feel your love overpower my senses
My spasms sway round leaving behind the pretenses
Your love is strength
Holding back to the glory of the past
Your love is a constant faith,
Penning incarnations it desires to last
Your love is music
It sings and beats and dances to the leaps of my heart
Your love gives me wings
And never let me go bleak for the tiniest part
Your love is my fate
It carries my inner world with the tender touch
I declare this to be my conscience
That I devote to soothing sounds I willfully clutch!
Your love defines the art and life I sail!
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