Love

I don't say it lest I mean it, 'cause I fear resentment.
Too much to bear, might be, the burden of commitment.
Don't you sense its subtle mien, when your name I call?
In my heart it is, muffled, lest from my lips, it'll fall.
It may hurt me so, but I feel for you no ire,
I wish only felicity for my hearts desire,
You define me, complete me; my alpha omega you are.
Not for what you are, but in spite of, it is, by far.
I must decide, forever or never, to gain or lose it all.
Rather to have gained and lost, than to never have gained at all.
I owe it to nought, nothing you do, it's for its own sake,
What I feel this breathing, and for every one I'll take.
He could have made, easily, the nails fall off the cross.
He did not. Love you, He did.
I do too, that's what.