My love
The Chariots rider
of a thousand cupid arrows.
The Fire that makes Hell a cold place.
The Thunderous melody of my firmament.
My imponderable passion
that waives and waves my being.
We are but one monstrous blob of happy tears
A tear drop of you
Drowns the Ocean.
...so what becomes of me
When I am tasked with wiping off your tears.
Photocredit : creativemobs
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