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 wonders

  This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

  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.