My Love

My love I stand at the edge if eternity but nothing has prepared me for the pain I feel when the two of us are apart.

My love when will you look at me and tell me you love me ?

For how much longer must we push and pull in this endless cascade of emotions that mix together and create for us our own hell.

My love when I hear the name of the devil, it is not a man with horns who appears but you in glowing light and angel wings.

The devil was once Gods favourite my love, the one I shall love shall become the one I despise the most.

My love, my love how long will you touch me and instead of the soft caress of a lovers feather light touch will it instead be the intrusion of needles on raw skin.