Queen of Love
I do not love you like I were struck
by the arrow of bondage cupid shoots off.
Neither do I love you as a bee to nectar,
Nor do I love you as the oceans love to stretch beyond
and kiss the sunrise and sunset at the horizon.
My love for you is spiritual;
It walks in the deepest core of my eternal being;
Sits in the midst of death,
holds the scepter of time,
and rules over all darkness in me.
My soul hails to your love
It bows down in its presence;
As it is multiplied
to an ants endless desire.
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