Star-crossed lovers are doomed to fail,
but fail at what, I ask?
To be star-crossed requires love,
and that's a gift; no task.

A moment spent in your embrace,
worth years of being lost.
I'll take our moments without pause,
even if those stars are crossed.

For to cross we must intersect,
and that meant meeting you.
Without that union I'd be a shell,
False life, no being true.

So in the end I want more time,
no matter what that means.
Your kisses, touch, and very scent;
demanded by my genes.