Love has conquered minds and driven them mad. It has raised armies and razed countries to the ground. It is whispered as the most precious secret from one pillow to the other. It is roared from mountaintops for the entirety of creation to hear.
Men fall to love everyday, every hour. Many are lifted up, on the cloud of bliss. Yes many can say they have loved. And many have loved well.
But my love From the thunderous yell of creation until it's last petering whisper fades to silence, will there not be a man who loves as I love you.
For though Many men have fallen to love, my darling, you lift me. My words fail me my love, for I have misspoke. You make me soar.
My love is a craving, a need not unlike food or water. It is the air my soul needs to breathe. It is the sustenance my joy thrives upon. It is the mana that nourishes my heart.
It is not just my heart that longs for you my love. Upon my soul, since before the bellows in the furnace of creation first blew, lies a thread. one w