my love

a poem

You taste like sweet caramel upon my lips,

A honeyed bite that stings with sugared bliss.

You're almost like pure air within my chest,

A black tulip, unique, impossible to miss.

Again, I lean toward your inviting mouth,

Gaze into eyes so wondrously divine.

And you, theoretically Faust, uncouth,

I've sold my soul in this fevered design.

"In what fevered design?" you might inquire,

I'll answer, striving not to complicate.

"It's like diving into water, but higher,

Instead of water, your love consumes me, fate."

I tried to recall what love truly meant,

Yet people say it brings forth crimson flow.

Love, once awakened, can't be simply lent,

Its tide will surge and overflow.

This means an end will come to all we know,

To our love, our faith in passion's fire.

You fear the thunder, but I'll tell you so,

Without you, I'd willingly expire.

happy valentine’s