Have you ever been so in love
That your entire life gets consumed
By the thought of the one who has your heart?
What if you hadn't even mentioned how you feel?
Has love ever caused you to fear all aspects of life?
Do you even remotely understand my inevitable pain?
Have you ever questioned if you're emotionally alive,
But when you see that special one your body and soul revive?
Then, do you question how long you'll survive?
Will it all come crash down?
How can one but so bad,
Yet you always accept them back into your life?
When did something so deadly
Begin to feel so right?
All of this is a heartbreaking situation
That is uncontrollable.
Being unable to confess your love
Is the equivalent of being committed.
There's only two options:
Live in fear,
Or die in love that remains eternal.
This is my affliction.
This is my addiction.
This is my attraction.
I'm an assassin's victim of love arrows.
This feels like poison by what or whom seems to be unknown.
I beg of you,
Be my cure.
I do love you.