Transitory love

When I lie awake in bed
your words appear in my head:
 
For your love I’ll always fight,
to keep your smile shining bright.
We’ll cuddle until twilight time
and from our heads erase all crime.
 
We’ll be the perfect lovers, dear,
for I’ll not let you shed a tear -
I’ll treasure you until time ends
and ‘bove all else we will transcend.
 
I wonder if you feel this way
despite how far we went astray.
I wonder if you love me still
and all you’ve said you will fulfil.
 
I doubt it though.
 
For I feel I’m wasting hours
on delusions which devoured
me with fakeness and illusions,
leaving me to one conclusion:
 
simply that we cannot be;
it was not meant for you and me.
I wish my course of life would steer
so that things might be less severe.
 
But I cannot mess with life’s strings.
Goodbye my love, my everything.