Is it really Love

Love, a Firework

Love, like fireworks, burns so sweet,
Mesmerizing, breathtaking heat.
But swiftly fades, like a sunflower's bloom,
Wilting beneath the cold moon's gloom.

The beauty is fragile, like a butterfly's wing-
It cannot see the grace that others sing.
Chasing illusions I cannot hold,
Is it worth the risk, to be so bold?

A coverless book, I stand exposed,
Trusting another to shield my prose.
Will they guard my pages from the rain,
Or leave me soaked in quiet pain?

I've started falling, for a face I saw once,
And now I'm stuck, torn between chance.
Should I hang her image like the Mona Lisa,
Admire her afar, her beauty a teaser?
Too close, and the sun might burn my wings,
Robbing me of flight, and all it brings.

But maybe this risk is worth the flight,
Though fire might burn, the moment feels right.
Like fabric consumed in flickering flame,
Love's beauty fades-yet calls my name.

I drown in love, an empty sea,
Losing breath, as time slips free.
Each second stretches, bending hours,
Time rewrites itself in love's strange towers.

I'm afraid, so afraid, my heart on display-
Will she feel the same, or push me away?
Every fiber craves her touch,
But will she love me back as much?

Am I crazy, for wanting her so?
Maybe she'll leave, maybe she'll go.
Yet here I stand, unsure of the end-
A heart in the balance, to break or to mend.

-Monny