More Of You

Every tear you will shed
Will make twice of them shed through mine
Deeper you sunken pits would be
Darker would they make mine
Aches you might get at heart
Heavier would they throb mine
Wounds that will touch your skin
Harder would they bleed from mine
Insomniac if thoughts would make you
Lesser would I sleep with time
Whips if would touch you even
Bruises will be embossed on mine
But the more you would love me
Not more would I be able to rhyme
'Cause your love is ferociously high
Can't make me touch, even infinity of time.