I love her like I do the throne of lies I sit upon.
I love her like the tapestry
Draped across my bedroom wall.
I love her where the sky meets the sea
And all is right in the world.
I love her like the flower who died in summer
And bloomed in winter.
I love her like the back of my wrist;
Like the way my scars criss and cross;
Like how I love them regardless of everything.
I love her like a man does a dog;
The way the witch loves her broom.
I love her like a simple,
Deep thing,
One of grace,
Of beauty,
Of a wholeness of which
I was never capable of before.
I love her like death itself;
The way she crumbles,
The way I fall.
I love her as her,
and as her Lover,
I will do so for eternity upon eternity.
To the end, I am for you.