“But I hardly know her”
Is that cowardly refrain that grows
Like impassioned weeds
And it begs me: “retreat”

“But fear is all I’ve ever known”
Is that tiresome way out
To the cold and solitary night,
Forevermore

Forevermore, will hang to my form
Through the eras that roll
Into, the open grave of the past

With one regret
Pursuing another
Falling, in their millions
For a romance, uttered only in brief