A letter to my beloved

Dear love, you're not a miracle,
I know you're only flesh and bones,
But I take what I deserve,
Cuz I am only flesh and bones.

He who has partaken love
is homologous to his love

You, love, are my angel, my lord,
my heart tells me
,but I am no less,
I shall not be.

The more I have, the more I crave,
You're moulding me into something new,
I'm turning insatiable,
I'm turning blue.

Love is simple,
Love is absurd,
Or culd I say
it's simply absurd?

Love can heal every soul
love can kill without a sword
you mourn when it blossoms
when it dies, you mourn...

Your love is my bread,
each morsel, a bliss..
but with every morsel
comes a dart, festered in my heart.

That life's not a bed of roses,
I do understand.
It's a hint of petals in a pool of thorns,
a desert of scorching hot sand.

But if only...you could ask
than expect alone.
If only...you could share
that sad song.

If only...I could be
the one to soothe your wound,
If only...you knew
you're not alone...