I crave a deep love

A dangerous love which holds me on the edge,

Dangling above my greatest fear,

Falling from the one I love.

The wind holding and pushing us

Blown into one another’s arms

Understood by the weather’s fate

Which helped us become.

I look for this love in the eyes

Of today’s lover, & when still,

I see he is a desolate shallow of which no

edge exists for me to peer and ponder.

I crave a deep love

A dangerous love which holds me on the edge

Dangling above my greatest fear,

Falling from the one I love.

Will I ever love so deeply as to wish to die

In someone’s arms?

Shall I render my search over as my success wanes with each sunset?

But to live, to me, is to live to die for love.

And I’ll remember my love until I am dead in his arms.

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