I want to have the extremes
Of your love.
I will bruise your lips,
And scar your knees,
And love you too hard.
I will shatter you
In the most lovely way
Possible.
And when I leave,
You will finally understand
Why storms are named after
People.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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