Nasty love poem.

It's not that I love you, it's just your eyes are the only keys to my soul. It's not that I love you, it's just your skin is my covering from this world.It's not that I love you, it's just I'd give my life for you.It's not that I love you, it's just that you're gaze makes time freeze, inconveniently freezing my mind, inconveniently speeding up my heart.It's not that I love you, it's just that your voice triggers all of the endorphins in my brain, releasing pleasure into every inch of my body.It's not that I love you, it's just that I miss you.It's not that I love you, it's just that your laugh is a reflection of the sun, shimmering faintly, free to grow with intensity and wean depending on the cloud patterns, and filling anyone who hears with a luminescent light.It's not that I love you, it's just that your allure is that of south pole and north, it's just that I can't escape it.It's not that I love you, but you're figure is so ingrained into my mind that if I was to cut out the black underneath my eyelids, you would have before you a portrait of yourself.It's not that I love you, it's just our memories are as real life and right now as losing a leg, and are more desirable than my own reality.And I mean, it's not that I love you.Is it?