I cannot say Love,
For God is Love, and you are neither God nor demi-god.
Therefore you cannot be love personified.
But although you are not love personified,
Our interactions have me so amplified,
That I feel like I must keep our synergy classified.
The intensity of your voice,
And intentional diction creating the confusing loops of our conversation of choice,
Has stirred a fire within me that blazes continuously.
Your strong hold,
Yet gentle touch;
Your beautiful smile,
Yet mysterious wiles entice me to the point where
All the feminine manipulative games played during that silly little game called Love I have no power to enforce, no desire to implore, and no avenue to execute.
For in your presence I only stare into the abyss of joy and peace that you have locked me in, simply enjoying your very company.
No need for a diamond key to unlock my heart, for you had me at hello.
Many believe that Love is a sensation that generates when Mr. or Mrs. Right appears…
I don’t know if you’re Mr. Right,
But I can say that I’m in Strong Like.