The Maker’s Dilemma

Is it the same love?

Is this love the same, Love?

Say you love me

But only if you mean it.

Though my mind has made infinite universes

And I live among them all

One thing is constant.

I think it is my love

But it is so many things.

My love is sweeping, violent, grand, powerful,

Meek, mild, temperate and responsible,

It reaches across centuries and generations,

And is immediate and eternal.

My love is cold, stoic, and enigmatic,

Selfless, loyal, honest, and innocent.

My love makes sparks

And eradicates insufficiency.

My love makes monsters

And will be the end of everything.