If I count the ways I love you,
With words that weave, and verse that’s true,
From dawn to dusk, from depths to heights,
A love that burns with pure delight.
Your smile, a beacon in the dark,
Ignites a flame and leaves its mark.
Your touch, electric, sets me free,
Unveiled desires locked in me.
But love untamed, it knows no bounds,
And soon the poison seeps within.
From passion's bloom to bitter...