Ever Love

It isn't love anymore.
Divided, love can't help but melt
into a something other.
I love you, but I'm not in love -
what can that ever mean...?

It isn't love anymore.
Love me, please me, go away.
I cannot live another day
with you. Don't worry, though,
I might come back, to taste
your ecstasy one day. Stay
there, within the deepest
night of all.

Stealing in, the threat of theft,
clothed in all the beauty
of his ever stolen wealth.
I love you, but I'm not in love
with you. It wasn't really
ever love at all...

? Michaelette ?

4/17/2002
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Take me home...