My uncute indebtedness to her makes her uncute and cuter,
When I sob by sunrise.
Suffering sobs when I’m benighted in brightened, but unseen bliss.
Blobs of insanity has me shiver, coldly moulding my body to nothingness.
Send me the bill for the cold,silent heartbreak.

Oh!
As if it were to be forever!
O, the objects of infatuation,
O, these infants of her infatuation!
the Shallow minded drown in her belligerent bliss.
O, kudos to those who propose resilience to her.

I’m suppressing the lower echelon with watermelons and her dried tears.
Infecting grass of blood from a bleeding nose.
The only lady I could truly love, imploded my veins.
Lifeless within a halo when she says hello.

Espoused by the senselessness of the carried blueprint of marriage.
In love with her, the epitome for the eighteenfold.
The covered,conflicted conversion to a new religion may be the inevitability
I slit my wrist for.
Embrace me with bloody hands, her white dress’s bloody of my hands.

I’ve cried out rivers, delivered lakes, ached oceans.
O, how’s she’s made me cry fountains!
How I’d kill a couple of doves to be with her.
Scattered pieces of peace war a voluptuous, loved body.

Loving her body.
Loving her beauty.
Loving her sadness.
Loving her baby.
Loving her stretch marks.
Loving her felicity.
Loving me, in her.