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Promise Keeper

Yea, it's pretty dumb this thing of ours. They say over time it sours. With us its been quite different. Anytime is time well spent. Our desperation, like a torrent, flowers. Under which Cupid's bow is underpowered. Even Aphrodite is turned and cowers. It's Betty Crocker without a vent. A cataclysm on a collision event. Hard heart's consuming opponent. You're like a black hole and I'm the lost planet. My soul's sole destruction is my commitment. What are we going to do about it? Maybe, it's safest if we call it quits. Yet, it's already too late.... as I have tasted the spice that seasons everything worth ravishing in this world. My love for you, my destiny is unfurled. You are my gateway drug. You are my continual wanderlust. I would be lost without you. You're like the soil to my dust. You are my earth's core. I'm simply the covering crust. You are everything good that I trust. Without you, life is a dark room. Within your arms my heart is trussed while I am consumed. We can't quit. Won't quit. Our love is lauded in film, theatre, music and art. No matter where my feet carry me, they will never from your side depart. I don't even exist anymore when you're near and I am far. I love you perilously and forever. To be an ample subject of adoration will always be my final endeavor. That's the only promise in life I make. -Angel Fatale-

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