You vex and vitiate with enourmous vice my vulnerable heart.
Your virile visage causes this vacuity in every vis-à-vis we share.
Vehemently you veered from my side,
you vary with your verbiage against your veracity.
And I venture towards your venial villainess, with a veiled, ventral void,
fleeing your virtuous, vivace voice with hints of victory.
I am on the verge of becoming a vacuous victim of your viscid venom.
I am in the vicinity of a vibrant verdict I will versify,
and it will invade my veins.
I might remain in vagancy,
leave alone my vanity.
I vow, in this vulnerable and violent broken-hearted state,
that I shall give vent to my vendetta with vim and vocation.
Just because I love you.