I love you like purkinje fibres,
your will as my impulses,
unlike impassioned taps
on hearts as on Instagram.

I love you like the sun,
even when you turned away
i sought the moon 
to channel my love.

I love you without remorse,
despite the thorns
and bloody tears, till Golgotha

i willl hold your cross

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