Dying Before My Time

The moon bears the brunt of a dying storm that foreshadows lovers who once shone bright with promise. Sea waves fold over their affections as their lives rush to shore unfolding as their love unravels at the water’s edge. Love may be ephemeral but can be recaptured they say I will accept whatever morsel of affection you dole out but you should know I love you now and will until forever YOU AND ONLY YOU. Oh, but that I could, I'd take us back to prolong those close intimate moments we swore were eternal. Moments we enjoyed and my lingering in your matted forest basking in my good fortune, appreciating every second. Not so long ago we made glorious memories what a joy it would be to recapture them again but time is cruel, my love, it keeps slipping away and I can't make time heel and behave. Lover's beginnings are full of hope In the end withering with regrets Love does make cowards of us all, my sweet one, and feelings die like waves on the beach. But go pursue your illusion of love elsewhere, my love Leave me with my feelings naked, alone and my love decimated with heart exposed dying before my time.