my love is dangerous

Are you sure you are prepared to receive the answer to the question that you are asking?

Are you crazy enough or strong enough to feel the power of that which you want to measure?


How much do I love you?

You have no idea about the impossibility of what you are asking for.

How can the amount or volume of something so pure, that which that has a life of its own, be determined?

An entity separate from life, a source of energy so infinite that it transcends death itself.

Can you count the rain drops in a storm as it falls to the ground?

Or the stars as they blink up above the skies?

The magnitude of water in the ocean?

If you can, then I am telling you now, I love you more.


Look into my eyes and stare at my soul. Do you see the core of my being?

It speaks only of you.

About the bottled up love that stays constant.

Endless and always yearning.

I have to write about it, an outlet for my never ending desire to be with you.

A hot magma ready to explode at the sight of you.

It is a good thing that I do not have super powers. Else if I shout my love for you to the heavens it would tear apart Olympus into half.

How much do I love you?

More than you could ever imagine. More than peanut butter and Jelly. More than I love me.

The letters of the alphabets is not enough to describe the way that I feel about you.

But I can show you.

Come and be with me. The place where you truly belong.

Feel my warmth.

Hold my hands and I will take you to a place where you will forget even your name.

And truly understand that nothing else really matters.

But you and me...