How shall I quantify my love for you?

Cloaked within frayed sheets and blotched ink,

I fall into a maniacal peace 

In attempt to quantify a force

Who lays to rest even those who pledge draconian.

How shall I quantify my love for you?

The white shine in the blackness of above, they are but a faint speck in your eyes.  

To say a tear pains me more than the slow saturnine death in the oceans,

For I'd rather give in to the blackness and present my purity to Ceto

To force our lord to give into the destitution of gravity,

So your tear would never have to see a day where it must befall upon you.

How shall I quantify my love for you?

I love thee with purity

Imbrued in the follies of youth,

A purity that draws upon the envy of angels,

A purity so fair, so bright –

They say it was the one to paint Cupid blind.

White seraphs burned black in envy, the drenched and depraved rose from the seas.

You knew they could never reach you,

So you stood in a brooding silence, mocking their vain efforts.

How shall I quantify my love for you?

I love to the depths of you,

From grace to fallen euphoria,

From when I am but a consciousness to when I lose mine.

How shall I quantify my love for you?

Every time my heart mellows in anguish

My mind screams your name and I am left gasping for air,

Only to see you were never there.

Aryah Jamil is mediocre at everything except laughing at her own jokes. Tell her to stop talking at jamil.aryah@gmail.com