Atticus

To love you is not my promise

but my fate—

to burn for you

until I can burn no more.

When I saw you first, it took

every ounce of me not to kiss you.

When I saw you laugh, it took

every ounce of me not to love you.

And when I saw your soul, it took every ounce of me.

Does the sun promise to shine?

No, but it will—

even behind the darkest clouds,

and no promise

will make it shine longer or brighter

for that is its fate,

to burn until it can burn no more.

To love you is not my promise

but my fate—

to burn for you

until I can burn no more.