Ill Love You Till Its Boring Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

ill love you forever

untill im bored of you

we the fragments of gods masterpiece believe they have palpable sensual perception of the whats what of things

all that the spirit can do

how it affects the shrubs, and gently caress the violent bed of flowers

ill love you till i canot hear the music

Oh yes my belle dame without mercy, i have signed a truce

no longer will i submit to your curves, entranced from my lips, inside

lost in my immensity

here is spontenuous commentaries

unsbdued tales from the urban dweler

fragment of the universes limitless expansion

the expansion of the id

the expansion of the ego, through the forest

to the land reflected in the lake