Like a fiery blade deeply throbs inside the heart,

Is obsessive love as it is defining the silent death.

It devours like a brushfire, it murders like a poison

Little by little until thy breath happens to cease.

An exasperating lump-like-rock will block thy throat,

Weakens like a recursive deteriorating putrid fruit.

Eyes meant to shut before the clock clouts midnight,

But thy thoughts still at the midst of searing imagination.

Ten thousand times or more, or even more I think?

To whisper the name of thy love each twenty-four hour.

Every minute is like a pound of tremendous joy,

But deceiving thy spirit into mockery and fallacy.

A hard battering thunder will flicker inside thy head,

As thoughts ascend beyond the providence of thy love.

Crushing thy bones, like limbs are tearing apart,

Since thy given love might just conclude as a pain.

Step outside the shadows and discard the forged sensation,

Thus, wallow in love with a mixture of giving and trust.

Open up thy eyes and let the pleasant reveries unwind,

Make the true harmony of thy soul defeat qualms.