I’m afraid of many things

Like the thought of our love

Fading away, as it often does

Or worse the thought of it

Morphing into resentment

And bitterness, and regret

Because if it just fades away

We’ll let it go but if it festers

Redemption will be sought

Failing that, anger and grief

Will wreak chaos in our lives

But more importantly though

It will erode and destroy

The memories we now cherish,

The sudden pangs of love

The things that bring us joy

And a smile on our faces

Like the thought of our love

Manifested in a coy giggle


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