I’ll love you not like the spring loves flowers
Or how children love mothers.
I’ll love you not how sun loves the moon,
Ever evasive but still reflecting brilliance.
I’ll love you like a bee sting
Sacrificing life to leave my mark on you,
I’ll let you have my honey sweet
That I’ve toiled long to possess.
It’ll never go bad,
But to go unmet
By lips as sweet as yours
Is a fate far worse.
– Vagabond Prophet
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