Must Proceed

Thinking of you always when Every second interludes A past a future when always we are interrupted by a bitter sweet mention Of you my love why do we question all rhetorical for you, for me love baits good interludes the all agonizing ecstasy can not dissipate a week a year for love is longer than our time abstractly while life is short as bread love increased? deceased? why in love do we feast on the bitter tears we are fed to find within a love long and true though at times bare and brass cowardly, does not recede godspeed, godspeed, straight or bow kneed this love must proceed