like.

he loves me
more deeply
than breathing.
his eyes are like
dark swamps
filled with precious jewels
just below the murky water.

my eyes are like drowning pools,
eternally locked in sadness and yet-

he loves me more deeply than breathing.

his touch is like
the flutter of wings, tickling satin
filled with the desire
to see me smile.

my touch is like
hesitant wonder
laced with poison and good intentions.

and yet-
he loves me more deeply than breathing.

his heart is like
a stoic figure cast in bronze,
eternally loyal and
mutely gentle.

my heart is like
the tundra, desperately
cold and cracking
yet ready to melt
with the warmth of knowing

he loves me
more deeply
than breathing.

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