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

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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.