Our thread of fate intertwines;
with unparalleled affection weave,
tress a bond made us one.

You were my contentment.
You and I in full commitment.
To this thing we called *love.
To this love we relied upon.

I walked such path with blindfolds on.
Trusted love to my disown.
Love of indecisive decisions.
Love with deviant partitions.
Love that left a frown,
in this lad of hapless discord.

Now I'm waiting for the final say:
Would it be a *bitter goodbye?
or a sweet "I will stay."?
Will this *love completely decay?
All these things in my mind play.

This very moment I've lost my will,
to say the words my heart feel.
I'm at the verge of "love insanity".
*Will this be the death of my poetry?