What happens when my bliss,
Resides in you?
And when you leave,
What the **** shall I do?
Happiness is temporary,
I've been taught many times.
And you, my dear,
You're oh so sublime.
You, my love,
Many times, proved an angel,
But my love for you,
Proves my being to be in danger.
Because love is not forever,
And bliss is just for a minute.
And love resembles bliss,
Which unfortunately, I am in it.
For to lose you is my death,
And to love you is a threat.
To need you causes stress,
I need you and nothing less.
I love you.
I cannot outrun that fact,
And if you decide to run away,
Would bliss ever come back?
Actually, I am very drunk... but I still need you.