To The End

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.