Molten lava

Molten lava

Broiling out of control
Brooding, ruling thinking thoughts of you
Surging suffusing intrusive
My every waking thought
My during the day
My night time
My sleep

What manner of love is this

Of the sweetly serene?

Of the tranquil?

Nay, flaring, flaming, fiery, blazing, burning torridly torrential!

How I love you
How I need you
How I adore you
How I live you
Oh how I love you…

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