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I fear
I can’t begin to tell
you how much I love you, for I fear, every beginning must have an end, yet my love for you is endless
I fear though,
if I refrain you may never know how I truly feel, would you never knowing be worse than an end?
Yet I fear, if I tell
you and you feel not for me, the way I feel for you, will that same end occur at the beginning?
Which is worse, a
one sided love or a secret one? Either way I fear for the day I confront all my fear and confess, as either way you have to
know, about the love inside which does grow.
Although I fear, when that day does come, my chance will be gone; your
love will be of another and the end will truly be here.
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