Ooh, you ruined me
For any other lover pursuin’ me
You killed my heart, turned it to stone
Now, when I think of love, I think all alone
I thought you were the one, but I was always one of some
You hurt my heart, you killed my soul
It was all for fun
Now when I speak of love….
I go right…
I can already feel you. I can already taste you. I can already smell you. I already love you. You are mine. I am yours. I have you. You have me. I want you. I want you all of the time. I need you. You help me. You feel me. You teach me. You bleed me. You heal me. You lure me. You find me. You are me. One half my love is me. The other is you. My Great, Epic Love. I long for you. I want you to be mine. I envy your future rhyme. I love your body on mine. Loves forsaken trusts be a waste on he and I. I go, I find, I fly. Your heartbeat isn’t unlike a lullaby. My love, my life. Point your sword towards me, so that I may only die by your hand. My blessed man. My savior, my truth. Life has another word. It’s name to me is you. I fall. I falter. I shall never alter my times or my graces. They’ve all suggested different faces, whilst losing many love races. I love you. I trust you. I hold you too dearly. My love and my life. I can see too clearly, come down to earth my one, true, faultless being. I need you to see what has me on my knee. You’re perfect, you’re one and you’re pure, only to me. My one, my true, My Epic Love is Me.