My love, tell me before it's too late
it's been too long since I've been a weathering fool,
since I've drowned into your easing arms

Never envisioned the agony of loving another to strike this deep,
leaving me with mountains and mountains of secrets to keep

Truly enchanted by your lovely charms,
No mortal except you and you only, have left me feeling incredibly understood.

So my love, tell me before it's too late...

For time ticks quicker than the flash of a switchblade.

© Alexandrina Vicorii