when my grave is dug,
my soul will whisper rhymes of love
and they will wrap around you.

even at this moment,
my soul sings fearful songs
of the pain of loving you
that seem to only reach for your ears.

but you seem to push them away.
yet even as you do,
they linger around you.

until forever,
fear will bind me like your presence.
but it would be worth enduring,
if it means that you’d be happy.