Roses are red, Bruises are blue

Today I have been yours for 330 days. You hadn’t claimed me yet; no collar, no promises. But I was irrevocably yours the first time our lips met. The fire you sparked in me incinerated every fiber and molecule of my being and what remained was a love so raw and real that authors couldn’t write of its depth and artists can’t portray its beauty. It’s something that can only be felt; not even understood. It’s all consuming, all encompassing, both passionate and painful. You are in every thought, every decision, every hope, every plan. You are the center of everything; the first and the last. 

I love you.

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