Suckish Poetry by Me

Lame Love Poem No. 1

Oh, to see you was to behold the heavens
In all their splendiforous glory;
And to know you was to understand the universe
In its deepened intricacy.
Love, to find you was to unearth a great treasure
With its shimmering wealth and wonder.
And oh, to hold you was to fill the recesses of my soul,
To smooth its jagged edges.
To love you was to sacrifice my heart
On the alter of longsuffering.
To forgive you, darling, was to ignore my conscience
In favor of my turbulent mind.
But to lose you, love?
To watch you leave, my love?
Oh, that was to murder me.