A Collaborated Love

"To Touch That Blessed Word" What is the difference? how must i know? but infatuated with your cool glance and clothes infatuated with how you made me fell wanted, with your acceptance pride, and belief in me Fascinated by you, persisting to the golden glow in your eyes the tenderness of your touch appreciation and devout care was it but only how you made me feel that caused me to return is that enough for it to be granted that blessed word or is it but only my imagination creating something that years prolonged do search where in earthliness i am left empty handed with my head amongst the clouds i question through my death would you mourn? for you said you loved me but is love, love if not eternal... How can my lips form these words when my mind can not articulate but then have i never loved? As Death narrows in on the other to call out its name bringing it to run rather, upon you for that immensity and power, is the truest of unfiltered love To lay down fear and step together amongst the darkness of that inarticulate mind. determines the hierarchy of this word in which we persistently search.