Unleashing more fears

my love life is like a plot in a grand novel, where dawn stands tall, yet dusk must kneel and grovel. each chapter of it dims as twilight nears, unleashing darkness that feeds on the carcass of waning years. yet expectation remains high... waiting for another page to turn and turn until old age. meanwhile, the plot keeps thickening... bringing to life more of the fears in a world full of strife. yet love keeps its shine in the distance, like a mirage that gleams in space, offering false satiation, only to fade into non-existence. but the story will never end... until the Author of all things chooses to write an epilogue of how much of his love we all depend.