In The Sense...

Love is a theoretical timepiece

Undefined and unrefined

Theoretical in the sense that it is

the key to this mind of mine,

The under when there is

no over available to climb,

While simultaneously being the very thing to drag you under

due to a heart being in overdrive,

A timepiece in the sense that it

will outlive the human race,

Even though some will waste them both

their care and their days,

Over the very people who

grab them by the waist,

And whisper sweet nothings that leave

an irresistibly desirable taste

Love is the most valuable poison

Running at the cost of life

Valuable in the sense that

it gives me reason,

My body in sync with yours

committing treason,

To the independence I once thought I had simply because 

your warm embrace is what gets me through the cold season,

This chill down my spine makes me

anticipate the warmth of your being,

Poison in the sense that the future

suffocates me,

Thoughts of us as a whole so tempting,

But thoughts of we differentiating to me I'm resisting,

But it's the feeling of not being able to breathe

that keeps me coming back,

In this sense of mine,

You are my night that completes my day,

You are the emotional turmoil that makes me grow

as a woman in every possible way,

I live in hopes that I'll die by your side,

I'd give you my last breath

the least I could do for my gift from God,

He said be fruitful and multiply

so my love for you is idivisible,

The family we'll build irresistable,

You are everything and more

my body your temple,

Be mine for the rest of our days

the love we share has no reciprocal,

Though at times it will be difficult,

Because I love you

The only thing left for me to do,

Is to ride out this wave until the moon dies,

That's how deep this love lies