I would die for you.  How do you tell someone that anymore?  We seem to be such
a passionless people anymore.  No grand declarations of emotion, just the same
old getting by.  I’m so tired of all of that.  I’m so sick and tired of so
much.  How do you tell someone anymore that you live only when you touch her,
that some days you lay in bed an extra few minutes trying to pull her warmth 
into you so you can make it through the day?  Isn’t something so possessive, so 
obsessive, wrong?  Somehow indecent, immoral, and not what a true relationship 
should be about?  Then, we call so many things love that have no passion at 
all.  When you know someone more than any other, when you hear her voice and 
you can sense every emotion in her, every thought and feeling and what gesture 
she is making simply by the words she is using, how can you call less love?  To 
look at her and say you wished that she loved you to?  To never kiss a sweeter 
mouth, to never look into eyes so clear you can see God, love that never dies 
and never grows old, that lives on past this mortal coil and curls around 
itself into infinity.  

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