My dearest

I would blaspheme a thousand times

so that I may feel the sin of your love

For you

I would let the devil pummel me

until I am awash with pain

so that you may soothe my ache with your alizarin lips

My love

your eyes are brighter than a starfall shower

and I find that

I am like a weary traveler finding a blessed glade

and my devotion without crescendo

For you