We love, we break, we shout, we whisper.
So many acts we all commit.
But it is only when I kiss her,
My love turns true, not counterfeit.
The things I feel for those around me
Pale in significance, compared.
With her, I run, I fly, I live free.
My love continuously declared.
Yes, love, repeated thrice already,
It conquers, even if clichéd.
We risk it all, become unsteady.
Yet we cannot the truth evade.
I sit here, quietly explaining
To my own self, I may be mad.
And I could even be exclaiming
That I am foolish, empty, sad.
Despite it all, I keep on going.
Not letting them stand in my way.
It is her love, eternal, knowing,
That shows me I am here to stay.