In Poetry I Confess

Stirring, churning love for you,
Boiling deep inside my heart,
Quickly does it start to brew,
That's why to you I now impart.

These feelings I cannot contain:
My dear, I love you immensely,
I shall attempt to now explain:
My sweet, I love you intensely.

All days through, I must confess:
On my love for you I dwell,
All of my thoughts you do possess,
Is there more that I can tell?

I guess what now I try to say
Is, to you, how vast–my love!
It's omnipresence I convey,
In rhymes and words, or lack thereof.

All this love for you in me,
Is held amidst mortal confines,
And only in my poetry,
Is when I show how much it shines.

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