I Love You More

I love you more, the dance of time, a silent pain, a mystic
Climb. And heart to tears, the wounded cries, I love you
More, the soul has died. And come to life, attune to love,
A bleeding rose, and tribal drums. Plus the terror, my
Sacred death, my cryptic soul, my fallen breath. And sight
To heart, I love you more, my tender pain, my deep
Amore. Hence the pleasure, a touch of flame, a wistful
Heart, the ark of shame.

And soul to love, my deep regret, the ache of tears, and torn
Respect. Thus we suffer, a bleeding core, consumed with
Grief, my deep amore. But soul to blood, we cherish life, I
Love you more, my treasured plight. And sight to heart, my
Fallen sky, my tender love, my need to cry. Hence the
Pleasure, a touch of pain, a pensive heart, the ark of flame.