Love is a benefit


    Love does not come naturally


    To a creature such as me


    It burns too brightly


    It burns too hot


    For one who wondersStolen novel; please report.


    On why not what?


    Its light serves to highlight


    My unending fears


    It adds not lightens


    To the weight of years


    The terrible knowledge


    It must always end in tears


    One way or another


    Mine or hers


    (Please be mine)


    Will we run out of love


    Or just out of time?


    Yet love is a benefit


    Of that I am sure


    May actions hold purpose


    That was not there before.