Love is like weight, heavy on my chest
ever increasing gravity; painfully sublime.
Shoving me, pushing me down to the center,
a crushing preponderance, its hard to inhale!
Love is like dizziness, reeling and dangerous,
a vertiginous toil; a labor that swoons,
leaving me woozy, in disorientation,
an emotive inhalent that crosses my eyes.
Love is like panic, overwhelming my reason;
I act without cogitation, a nocturnal sprint,
myopic and running (maybe to darker things),
no time for deliberation, off the overhang I dive.
Love is an earnestness, a pervading passion,
a coal, even a fire that burns in the heart.
It pursues us with joy and invades with desire.
A conquering King, crushing His foes.
I like this, El-e. :)
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