Sometimes the end is ok

The end, always so dark and gloomy
leaving rooms feeling far too roomy,
we always look at the end of the line
crying out for just a little more time.
But the end is not always so low,
that's the one thing I never did know,
the end of self, when you find the one
the end of darkness as you finally find the sun,
or even the end of excuses
when you open your heart and cease being exclusive.
Yes, the end is always the end, of that I'm sure
but sometimes, the end can mean so much more.
For me, the end came when I met you,
now the only end I fear, is of me and you.