My love for you oozes out of my being,

Like ink from a pen.

For I could never stop loving you,

Till the end of all men.

Life passes quickly, quicker for some,

But with you it feels endless.

Anything I do with you,

It leaves me feeling senseless.

I wouldn’t mind sitting in silence with you,

For it is not a silence.

It is a conversation simply without words,

But instead speaking of hearts.

Then again, love doesn’t always last,

For my heart does hold scars,

And my brain holds scorned memories.