I have never been in love before.
Perhaps I was afraid of what it would mean.
Or maybe I dreaded what it could turn me into.
Maybe I was daunted by the near-misses I've seen.
Or wary that what the others say about love was true.
But I know I am in love with you.
And I know it'll hurt when we can't make it last.
I will surely grieve -- ache and mourn, hate and yearn.
I will curse you, this wretched feeling and our past;
But 'til then, know that for this love, I will gladly burn.
*(c) emeraldine087
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 3:28 AM UTC
I have never been in love before.
Perhaps I was afraid of what it would mean.
Or maybe I dreaded what it could turn me into.
Maybe I was daunted by the near-misses I've seen.
Or wary that what the others say about love was true.
But I know I am in love with you.
And I know it'll hurt when we can't make it last.
I will surely grieve -- ache and mourn, hate and yearn.
I will curse you, this wretched feeling and our past;
But 'til then, know that for this love, I will gladly burn.
*(c) emeraldine087
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