My mind is an abyss filled with my thoughts of you..

yet I'm not drowned.

My heart is a cavern satiated with my admirations for you..

yet I'm unconfined.

My body is a stamping ground famished with yearnings of your touch..

yet I feel sufficient

You are my sweetest but not yet my downfall.

You are my everything but not yet my life.

You are an axis but not of my world and,

Being filled with the images of your features,

being achingly familiar with your bristly mustache,

being immensely acquisitive of a single touch of your delicate pelt,

and being exceedingly well-aware of your indiscernible stare is all that I can concede, numerous and almost everything, strong and sure, definite and enormous.

So head over heels, but not yet in love.

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