when the siren sound of my love casts an endless ocean of dopplers upon me, as though lightening does from above in a brutal storm, my soul, my heart, my everything surrenders to the tantalizing taste of his audible delicacy. created from one, the one, the one love lost to the sea of the dead and the to the disease of greed still for me it is pride which fills my chest as i lay to rest to the sweet embrace of his race for immortality it is this which simultaneously grips me with the suffocating grasp of emotional suicide and the tender touch of the almighty, the intensity of the abundant love for whom i have (without consent!) but without which can be denied. This torturous love for the love which i love for my love, for my one love. Oh God above!