For you my love, the most exquisite pain
I know, is a continuous torture
that I must suffer all over again;
afflicted, I am like a sad Creature.
Alone, all too alone! I am ambushed
by my feelings for you, ever anxious
I'll be rejected of you and be crushed
because my love's so desperately zealous.
My love for you burns like a billion stars!--
how much longer I can keep it alive,
from burning out or dying is but ours
to decide; until then we'll love and thrive.
Please don't fear a love as robust as mine,
my love, for it aids your soul--even thine.
01//16/2014, "any poem contest #2" Contest