demise

Stay…

                         I cannot posses
a love impure.

Stay…

                    We’re far too
immature.

Stay…

                     Your tears are already
too heavy for me.

Stay…

                  I fear the punishment
that awaits us.

Stay…

                 I’d rather face my fall
then have you face yours.

Stay…

                You’re already disintegrating
in my hands.

Stay…

                  Seal your heart and
release me.

Why?

              Because we could
last forever.

Then why fear me so?

                                    Because I love you so.

tristan and isolde by John William Waterhouse

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