Whoever you are,
I could love you deeply
Pour buckets of passion
Over your body
To cleanse it.
Whoever you are,
I could think of you
Every moment,
Breathless with love
And eternalness.
Whoever you are,
I could consume stack upon stack
Of hours,
Love dreams billowing
Outward to galaxies.
I could let myself be crucified
To show my love for you
But I could guarantee
To be resurrected
Whoever you are
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