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Ironic Is It Not?

Anything worth everything is both terrifying and beautiful

Maybe from fear of losing it, or how it fills you with hope

The ability to fill life with purpose, and rip it away at any second

She is the world to me, but at the same time its apocalypse

Moments and memories filling my life with happiness

For if they were to end should be the bringer of sadness

A smile that lights my very soul, making me smile as well

If it were to disappear I would fall into a depressive hell

Lost in her eyes always feeling alone with her, away from the world

But if filled with resentment would rip apart that once lit soul

Days of endless joy from the mere sound of her soft voice

Endless sorrow from the days that pass without hearing that voice

Her lips, her touch passion the exceeds all else

All sexual desire would fade if it was with anyone else

Love true, pure and untainted, life never felt so perfect

To lose it would mean losing everything, making my life worthless

I never wanted to hold on to something so much

Or let it go before it had the chance to blow up

Falling deeper into utopia, always standing close was my funeral

Oh how anything worth everything, is so terrifying and beautiful