The no Titled Ulysses

This Bloody Statement

I'll type this statement with burning iron sticks and CAPS LOCK letters on my dejected lips : I LOVE YOU and shall you read the lines and touch my adoration from that tormented and bleeding flesh of mine. All pain is eased away with you alone sexy possessor of my entire famishing body. You sealed my heart and chained my lips to your arousing scent and alluring , magnanimous presence . You own me collectively. Your kiss is like that aching mark left on a raving horse to indicate sole ownership, I have burnt myself in the process of loving you . I am distorted and still your eyes welcome me despite it all. I am just like a candle melting and melting each time it is ignited. Light spreads as the candle fades and shrinks away . It capsizes into it's desolate state . The state of serfdom, dear Highness of my love. In loving you I experienced what it means to be a saint, I fleet to your heart and always will but I was abhorred and each attempt of taking refuge in what I thought is love did earnestly fail me.