Love and I are a Classic

Regardless of a summers thief thus intense a desire of grief,
 Love and I are a classic.
 We completely oblivious towards each other,
let along knowing our existence to one another
 I literaly implicate loves lust becuz of this obscure trust,
A distinct resemblence distressess my perception over patience
Well the is no sense of judgement in my distance,
but my absents But because of my courage and resistance,
I in particular,would characterise my opponent as a threat
Never to regret that i would forget,
To know of the implication preffer'd over patience
I'm barely loves existance.