Queen of Love

I do not love you like I were struck by the arrow of bondage cupid shoots off. Neither do I love you as a bee to nectar, Nor do I love you as the oceans love to stretch beyond and kiss the sunrise and sunset at the horizon. My love for you is spiritual; It walks in the deepest core of my eternal being; Sits in the midst of death, holds the scepter of time, and rules over all darkness in me. My soul hails to your love It bows down in its presence; As it is multiplied to an ants endless desire.