Black Hole.

My love is a cold, dying star. No
encouragement for it I wish to seek.
My heart does not bleed, it is bleak.
My love for you is merely ice and snow.

All around me are pulsing sparks of heat
as lover's tongues and bodies seem fit to burst
and it drives me mad to feel as if cursed
as, my love, we have yet to me.

My love is a blackhole, dark and unforgiving
by swallowing whole all surrounding love living.