My love for you, so passionate, it shouldn't be.

I dream of your embrace, ever so tight, a gateway to eternity.

I muster up the courage, I take a step forward.

I fell, yet there you are catching me like it's supposed to be: A start.

Each moment lasts forever; I can't see the end.

Doubt takes over, but only for a brief moment.

Pain takes a turn, and many forms, regret the most prevalent.

I saw a different end, it's still to come; death.

To it, I dislike this lonesome path.

In fantasy, your touch felt less coarse.