But for death?
Love is not your friend
It is death,
your enemy
your eternal damnation.
You may feel ready
You may dream of it
But you're never ready for love
It will consume your every thought
Your every fear
propelled into your future
awaiting your arrival
Only to suck you up
into its web of emotion
its tangled carcass of past innocence
that you'll forever
seek to retrieve
but never again be free
for love is death in its own way.
Part of you will die
each time your heart is on the line
which, from this moment on,
is every second of every day
but you will never regret
your decision to give in
to this fate that is your destiny.
The final reward
will be your death
and your death will in turn
be your destiny
to forever be
with the one you love.
