Love 12
I enjoy the fire of hell
when she weeps
I live in heaven
when she smiles.
I do not longer for the
heaven or hell
created by my God.
I do not need the company
of angels
Whole creations are with me
when she is with me
I worship my love
not my creator
for heaven or hell.
poem by Devil Poet
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