Sure it Sounds like a Love Poem. Until you Read it.

Welcome to the Agglomeration

The Girl of My Dreams

My scented candles hold no aroma,
choked by the toxic fragrance of your hair.
Your poisonous wisps of irresistible miasma
murder all that is happy and free.
But you are not hemlock. For that would
require me to be Socrates, but the resemblances
are too true for me to lie. My method deceives.
No one but myself.

Verity. That should be your name.
Special yet a masquerade for something more.
Your ambition rivals that of mighty Jupiter
and Bert Newton's renowned countdown.
What results you achieve. What results!
Titan would be proud.

What of our dialogues? Our reflections
mirror the heavenly conversations between
dwindling dwarfs and matter unseen.

What of darkness? Shouldn't you have
killed the bogeyman like all your other
victimised fools? The man in your closet?
That was me. You nearly stabbed me, too.

And all the times we spent drinking tea
urging each other on into insanity.
Don't think I'll forget those times when
you'd pull me into your embrace,
our mouths would meet, and I would taste,
savouring your zest of rotten apples
and the soft pearly texture of the wriggling worm.
Locked common like a Saguaro in the Mojave,
we were together forever.

No more.

Now I watch the bonfire crackle, the embers
roasting your spineless arms.
My throne of bones reminds me that
although we had loved all too short,
you saved me from myself.
Thank God you were vegetarian.

Also, for those still trying out my puzzle I will be giving clues out every day or two to assist you in solving it.

Clue #1 - A=1...

Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations