When I was in high school, I was deeply infatuated with someone. It’s funny to think about it now, but back then, I was a tortured soul. I was so insecure. I’d never wear my heart on my sleeve. The only place I’d let my feelings out were on paper, in stories and poems that mirrored any young girl’s life. I’d say, for a fifteen, fourteen year old (I don’t remember exactly how old I was when I wrote this), this poem right here is already a good. But that’s just me.
Ask me how I love you,
And I wouldn’t even know where to start
Because that’s all that I ever do
From the deepest cores of my heart.
Ask me until when I shall love you,
And forever will prove to be so short a time.
I shall love you but through and through.
It shall never waver, even for a while.
Ask me what shall set us part.
Neither death nor time can do it all.
You live forever inside my heart.
I shall love you even after forevermore.
Ask me anything to prove that I love you,
And you would run out of things to ask me.
Still I would have many answers for you,
Because in love with you is all I’d be.
If Fate shall have it, and I should die,
Even after I have had my last breath,
Not even God could answer why
I shall love you more and better after death.