I love, You love (she loves, he loves)

The sense of inhaling you fusion flamed fragrance draws I close to thine
The minute I pass my fingers through your muscles inflicts shivers down my spine
And when I drown deep into the curtains of your pupil bringest my soul closer to yours
The sense of resting on your 'pillow' fancies paradise on my mental screen

You keep me warm when winds are shaken by the turning wheels of the storm
Yet thee tends to cuddle though we around flames that arouses
The scales weighs not less...
...Neither more on isometrical trays
For I love thee not
For thee loves I not
Our love is balanced in all transliterate ways
With sighted love that sights far beyond curves

To your dear soul my being is complied to a queen
Where'est I build paradise in your hearts despair
None can breaketh loose the strong bonds of love
For affection groweth as the seconds increased er' hour in the clock

You love, I love
She loves, he loves