Love of Him

The Love of Him

He has endeared me
For that I feared.

He will leave
For that I will retrieve.

He has passion of Ardor
For that the fashion be all that harder

He has desire
For that I require.

He has passed
For It was not the last.

He has inspired
For that I fill with FIRE.

He has focus
For that I was a locust.

He has sweetness of a dove
For that I truly love.

He has perfection
For that I don’t give affection.

He has given to lust
For that I consume his bust.

He was intense
For that I grew immense.

He has tried to lament
For that I fragmented.

He has Brawn
For that I Drawn.

He has captivated
For that I deprivated

He has given ultimatum
For that I don’t give verbatim.

He has begun
For that I had fun.

He had ended
For that I was offended.

He had said goodbye
For that I had to cry.