The Last

THE LAST

This will be the last!
I swear upon my soul,
This will be the last!
But still I underestimate
The powers you control,
Even from a distance,
That make needing you so great
And loving you so vast
A force with no resistance.

I shall not hurt this time!
I promise to you now,
I shall not hurt this time!
But still I don't remember
I love you anyhow,
Without rhyme or reason,
Like August loves September,
Two months of season's prime
In each another season.

I end it here today!
No matter what goes on,
I end it here today!
This love, this joy I'm feeling
Must stop before it's gone,
Forgotten in November
With other senses reeling
To come some distant May,
A crime I can't remember.