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If.

If I were to describe my love for thee,
it would be as to count the droplets of the ocean.
If I were to describe my lust for thee,
it would be as to explain the blinds’ wish to see.
If I were to describe my desire for thee,
it would be as to tread down an endless path.
If I were to describe my passion for thee,
it would be as to walk through a raging inferno.
If I were to describe the beating of my blackened heart for thee,
it would be as that of a thousand stars,
exploding,
in resonance to your hearts faerie song.