love /Iv/ n. (unfinished) 1 Words feels deficient in the ability to convey my love to you. It would take a lexicographer years to define this love in its entirety. To speak to you is a necessity, as if what’s unsaid could obstruct my throat. You are my vocation and I am a workaholic. My tasks consist of introspection, recreating your image from memory, and archiving your existence because it is historically significant. 2 You do not look beautiful; because you look better than a common compliment. To make you frown is to deface Rothko’s ‘Black on Maroon’. You taste like a Michelin Star. Your facial expressions compose graphemes, there is meaning in every contour and line. 3 A Steinway wants to sound like you. The reception of your embrace made warmth feel like a first encounter. I could collect everything you touch as though they’re the finest of treasures. O’ to breathe is to carry your scent to my heart. 4 Your proximity alters my perception of time. I am in a state of mental disorder as normal functions are impaired by uncontrollable and reoccurring thoughts of you. Everything seems an interruption because my attention is for you. You make me so happy I couldn’t claim to be sober. 5 You are so good that I have become unimpressed by kindness. You’re like a miracle, as if by god so I may believe. If salvation is possible, it is because you are edifying. You are the active ingredient to my relief. To stray from you would mean condemning myself to the illusory love of the morally corrupt. To associate yourself with me is a demonstration of god’s humility. I take the ‘Oath of Allegiance’, but name you as my Majesty instead of Charles the Third. 6 We have shared the same fates like two particles quantumly entangled. You are the genius who solves my life’s Poincaré-like problems and conjectures. Our union is a phenomenon, like the inosculation of two trees. 7 If my words are considered poetry, then I credit you as the author, because it is you who guides me to them. I apologize if I insult You with any praise that lacks the excellence in which You merit. I would revoke all my compliments of others, if I could instead give them to you. I would plagiarize the greatest verses in history, if it weren’t offensively lazy, because you deserve the likes of ‘A Red, Red Rose’. You are true art and my work is just a cheap imitation. 8 My ambition is to publish this text, to increase my love’s amount for you with each copy. 9 You are so inspiring, I believe you could make the most unskillful artists rival the old masters. I will continue to practice because if you were captured in the hands of a talented artist, you would live forever. I would prefer my love to be unrequited, so you may be loved unconditionally. I love you. And if a moment comes that I no longer love you, it will be because I’ve died and my legacy is that I loved you.