True Love

Why do you worry so.

Do you really think how I feel for you relies on an outcome

True love has no conditions.

It does not expect nor need

It simply is.

It lives in me, in spite of me

It refuses to drown in whiskey or choke on smoke.

It grows like a weed in a garden of pain

I always thought love could make a man weak. I was wrong

I am now the strongest man who ever lived.

Just the thought of your face, your smile, your laugh

And I can smile in deaths face as he strips the skin from my bones.

Beauty is my armor and yours impenetrable

Win, lose or draw, I am forever changed


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