Our Love will Never be Ogre

Our Love with Never be Ogre: Love Ogrerides Sanity

Shrek, the blood that keeps my pulse beating. Strong, muscular, sexy, the only onion I'm eating. I humbly await his arrival as I'm sleeping. My eyes sealed with trust, I await to greet him. 

A single twinkle will pierce the soul. A smile of cement to fill my heart's gaping hole. He offers his half so we may make a whole. Our love will last past broken bones, wrinkles, and our growing old. 

His emotionless demeanor, a mere disguise - for behind hollow bones, any seeker will find the tomb in which his heart lies. A powerful beaming light, the blue of the skies and brown of his eyes. We look off and dream of a meadow way up high, mountains past reality's overwhelming overlooked cries. Though unrealistic for us to die at the same time, and to then reunite in unchained lives, I still believe in those distant skies. Why? Because love overrides sanity. My brain takes backseat to my heart and lets it drive.