ἀγάπη

a 30-year-old poem found in a shoebox

I have a deathly, hellish Love (although Life and Heaven fill me.)
The whole World is not enough: It cannot and never will be.
This Ocean of Love is bottomless — infinite — and without Shores.
It is an immovable Object — an irresistible Force — 
An inexhaustible Source of Gold — a deathless, unsetting Sun:
My Love for You was more than old when the World was less than young.