Irrational Fearsome Idiot

Your love is fearsome, my dear.

But loving you is the only fear I want in this life.

Of all things I could fear in this life,

I’ve always decided upon love.

When I decided upon you, my love,

I began a sick gamble 

And what a cruel gamble it is

To love something destined to fleet.

Time never stops fleeting

So I memorize the curves of your hands

The feeling on my skin of your hands

I fear I will never feel it again.

Maybe I am feeling irrational again,

But love is this world's cruelest game.

Your love is fearsome, my dear.