Oh, how you love me,
I can’t even count the ways.
Your waves of love crash over me,
sweeping me along for days.
Your love is like a torrential downpour
in the inky blackness of the night,
and I’m like a moth to a flame
as you flood me with your light.
The way that you love me
is like an ocean pounding against the shore,
and as the years pass by, you leave me
wanting you even more.
You pierce my heart with flaming arrows
whenever you say my name,
and I try to hold back my longing,
but the cravings are insane.
Oh, the way you love me,
I feel it deep down in my soul.
And my heart is at your mercy
whenever I start to lose control.
Your eyes perpetually sparkle
with such naughty-natured bliss,
especially when you lean in close,
ready to steal another kiss.
Your love reminds me of an atomic fireball,
blazing brilliantly across the sky,
and most often, your amazingness,
leaves me pausing in a contented sigh.
I just can’t seem to get enough
of the way you make me feel.
I love the way you love me;
the intensity is real.
© 2022 Michelle Cook