Hung over

I forced myself to seize the moment

But how can I bring myself to such an extent if

I only desire for each moment to become

Concrete evidences of the years to come

Which I so long to share with you?

My love for you has grown weak

Weaker and weaker each passing day

Poisoned by the whispers of possibilities of betrayal and

Imageries of illusions that have taken form in my tainted mind

And to what end?

My love for you soon to be shattered, wasted,

In the abyss of abstract delusions

For you lack the capability to ease my troubled mind

I yearn to be with you

I yearn to feel your warmth pressing against my trembling body

I yearn for your lips against mine

Binding us

I long to hear that you love me

For hearing so will make me believe that

Moments apart can be cherished

For they soon can be dreams that have come to pass which

Shall be chambered in our hearts

As we walk along the path of unveiling happiness

Together as one.