My passion for you burns like the core of the earth,
And I can't wait to see it incinerate the skin from your beautiful face.
I would walk half-way around the world and more
To hunt you down and cut the organs out of your chest.
I'd search 1,000 gardens for 1,000 years
To find you the flower with the most potent poison.
Don't wear you heart on your sleeve.
I want it in a jar.
Your heart will be mine
Forevever whether it beats or not.
-Vladimir Singesce
(note: "-Vladimir Singesce" is part of the poem, any parallels with actual people named Vladimir Singesce are a hoped for and accidental coincidence)
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