The Inquisition Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

How much do I love thee?
My love moves from cold rain
To a tepid ocean.
I am enamored to and fro of verve
Like I know no enervation
Across the puncturing thorns of despondency.
Like an autumnal warfare slowly
Emerging upon my windowpane,
That is how I love you
A bellicose moment, the antebellum
Of this troubled sanguinity.
I love you, like I know no fear
Or like I know no moniker to call upon
The thieves of dusk.
I love you like a stripped soul
In this clenched world:
My mouth agape from living to want you
To dying because of this amaranthine reliance.
I hold a burning defiance against
Any god or force that will strip me of you
And that is how I love you - my love battles
In a fray that has already been won
Several times.
Like the sea, the trepidation of the zephyr
And the cold tail of the eastward swing,
I love you as I form numerous, vestal bodies
Of water out of your tears.
I can go on with cantos tantamount to the
Imperious nebula, the nebulous ocean of iron hearts
Too, a bulletproof somberness.
This futility of knowing how much the sky
Stretches into infinity
The shadows may bask in a soiree of darkled embers,
I will remain here, unshaken, moored to the roots
Of your upheaval.
To speak so much is to only tell so few,
And so I beseech you, heed this declaration;
I love you,
In secrecy and nakedness.