Depth

The love was like fog, thick and heavy.
It swallowed me,
and it became harder to breath.
I did not want to be rescued,
For the fog had entered my mind, and swirled in my spirit.
The world needs this, I thought.
The power of love.
It is overwhelming.
The depth is eternal.

It swallowed me, and I became part of it, part of him.
My breathing is rapid, and my thoughts are slow and heavy.
The fog is thick, and I am choked up.
His life, his worries, they are all a part of me.
It is a pleasant death, to die in love.
If I must die for him, I shall.
We have now fallen into a hole.
The deep, depth of love...........