I love her way too much
She seems so nice
I want to be like her
Yet she isn’t saintly enough to make me regret my own sins.
She shows her flaws in seamless streams of a silver tongue
She’s as passionate as one ought to be.
She’s close enough to feel kindred to
Yet far enough to seem angelic.
I get the idea that art is her religion as well.
I could imagine us worshiping it together in the glory of a moment.
And we’d sing and we’d dance and we’d show off all the creations we can-
And we’d love lots.
She’s just devious and morose enough for me to feel safe within her shrapnel.
I can tell she has a bitter broken past-
And I know one oughtn’t think like this-
But I feel I have enough nurturing to heal whatever the rotten wounds could be.
Yet she’s as gorgeous as some heavenly being-
She’s all I’ve escaped from, and all I long to be.
We would be the perfect mates-
I already love her whole-heartedly, and that’s half the battle already won!
Oh my dear, if I compiled all the hours I spent thinking of us as us-
I don’t doubt it would fill many years!
You’re such a beautiful spirit-
You make me want to compromise myself, which I surely know is wrong-
But it does prove my devotion!
Your art makes me feel so much- it is the approachable catharsis I’ve longed for!
I know you’ve seemed insane sometimes, but you know I’d risk it!
I’m crazy, too- everyone is, to some degree or another, I’m sure!
Oh, Victoria, my beloved darling-
You’ve made me crush harder than a schoolgirl!
But this is deeper than that, I’m sure.
A binding of our souls in my heart.
I just feel it, and believe me, I will always adore you, my love.
Even as the world turns faster and I’m a withered old thing-
My adoration has lasted this long, and due to the magic of creation-
It can never
Ever
Die!
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