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More Than Love

It's been two years since the first time.
His witch hazel eyes iron and green saw deep into my soul.
But still when he looks at me.
My knees grow weak.
His love is the only thing I see.
Some say that because we're young we'll eventually fall.
But there love is not like ours.
If we fall, we fall together.
Like the many famous lovers before us.
Romeo and Juliet-- Love at first sight and died together,forever to the end.
Penelope, waiting for Odysseus to return from sea, not looking or wanting any other man.
Poe stayed by his Annabel Lee's side, until the very moment that she died.
My love for him burns brighter then the harvest moon.
My love shines forever, more then the stars both near and far.
I'll be with him forever, not matter what anyone else may say.
For my love is more than love.
We love with a love that is more than love.
No love is stronger than what I feel for him.
Or what he feels for me.
We may be young but our souls are old, entertwined to find the other since the beginning of time itself.
He is mine, and I am his.
And we love each other more than anyone can understand.
So when he looks at me--
My heart skips a beat.
My knees get weak.
His love is the only thing that I see.
If I am a hopeless romantic then he is all the hope I need.
When he smiles at me, my heart melts.
When he looks at me, my heart jumps.
When he kisses me, my heart explodes from my chest in a burst of fire and sparks.
His kisses are bright like starlight, shining like moonlight.
It's like a perfect love song, a ballad to be recited throughout time.
I want to sit and listen to it forever.
I want to sing it to the heavens.
To the hidden realms within.
I want to learn several languages just to tell the world how much I simply and utterly, truely adore him.
He loves me.
And I love him.
No matter what others may say.
That we are young, that our love is strange.
That we will never make it in this world.
But what they do not realize is that our love. . .
Our love sprouted from a broken heart.
When I was ready to give up on love forevermore.
He came and gave me something to believe in.
So when he looks at me.
My heart stops beating for a single moment.
A suspended second in time.
When he kisses me--
And everything around me shines.
When I feel like I am made of stardust, made of starlight.
He kisses like magic, making my heart feel like it's made of fire, which makes our love burn brighter.
So maybe we're young and maybe people believe our love will fall.
But I believe that our love is grander than those that came before us.
I believe that our love is stronger than any love song ever written.
More poetic than all of the tragic lovers to can have lived and died before us.
I believe our love is grander, than fireworks turning to embers.
I believe we are stronger, and our love will be remembered.
I believe that our love is more than love.
We are more than love.
As Poe said to his beloved Annabel Lee.

"But we loved with a love that was more than love--"

That is my Love and I.
Forever entertwined since the beginning time.
We shall live and we shall die.
But we will find each other again.
For we are more than love.
We are soul mates above all else.
We are infinite in this abyss.
As the sun sets, the curtain falls.
And like many before us, we close our final act.
With one last, and final kiss.