My love has been preserve
Enclosed for none to be served
Without ease, this love expands,
And its amounting never ends.
The teeming love outgrows its store
Shimmering for its release and pour
Seeking for the one to enchant
For the one to perfect and dent.
Perfect love will be poured till it overflows
It will be released till you’re blinded to your flaws
Creating an impeccability visible only to the lover,
And erecting affection to the receiver.