I've never met you,
and yet the strength of my love for you
bubbles up from a heretofore unknown
volcanic mountain spring within me
courses through my many splendored veins
to my open and abundant heart
and threatens to murder me
with it's wondrous explosiveness.
Possibility and wonder overwhelm
my conscious and unconsciousness
with the power and dynamic of that
which would seek to nurture me
and yet have cause to destroy me.
The mere thought of you and I
and who you can be for me and for you
and who I can be for you and for me
cause my senses to overload and my
precious and tenuous sanity to teeter
on the brink of insatiable insanity.
How is this even possible?
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