Once we're lost

A pleasing beautiful person, my best friend, my lover until the very end.  Feeling that Power so long, relied on love as it kept budding vigorously.  Now appearing so faded.  Comparable to losing your glasses, and having to squint every day.  how do you live with love and limit its pronunciation? The heart sees love, it just isn't allowed to express it. powerlessness.  With intensified sensitivity, ultimately weakening happiness.  Maybe tomorrow will be exceptional.  Or doomed for eternity. Who knows?  The waiting is the hardest thing to do.  Almost like nails on a chalkboard slowly screaching a spine shrilling buzz.  I believe this is why a phobia of commitment was placed in the past. Now obsessed with love, yet impatient.  A concoction that does not mix.  
True Love is a gamble that no one can afford to lose.