Our Love
Our love is so real that it feels surreal.
Our love is so raw that it feels cooked with passion.
Our love is so unadulterated that it feels adulterated with devotion.

Our love is so pure that it feels its tainted with social norms.
Our love is so so boundless that it feels timed out by circumstances.
Our love is so intense that it abates in the pool of neglect.

Our love is so dramatic that the untheatrical reality is circumcised from it .
Our love is so natural that infrequent eventuality of meeting is passé.
Our love is so magical that reality also bites its bullet .

Our love is so tender that jagged triteness is subsumed in it .
Our love is so profound that pettiness surrounding it seems like a mirage .

Our love is so warm that winter cold seems like a breeze
Our love is so untainted that its only virtue is chastity.
Our love is so untranished that it will Lily spot for ages.

Our love is so undefiled that it will be blemish free for a epoch.
Our love is so lyrical that symphonic rhapsody is a norm for it .
Our love is so calm that the tornado of devotion is its identity.

Our love is so tender that its harsh reality seems an apparition.
Our love is so intimate that it is a abstract feeling to be apart from you.
Our love is so beautiful that it seems coarse to give it a name .
Our love is so unique that its quirkyness is a rule .

My Amor we are forever beyond eternity .