Love kills

Should I come and tell you, or
Will you come and tell me,
My breath refuses to move in,
Until I speak out my love for you,
But before I express my love,
I fear, my heart might stop to beat.

My love for you has become a fire,
It burns and glows down in my heart.
I wish you took refuge in its warmth,
As our souls merged as one.
I hope, you see my heart's flames,
Before it burns me down to ashes.

~ Deep ~

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