All limerence ends in agony

All limerence ends in agony

But why would we part ways peacefully?

When the fire ignites, does it burn carefully?

No - It rages in a rambunctious symphony.

And I swear darling, you're good for me,

Two clashing notes make a harmony,

A cruel joke landed right is called irony,

And a love that flows easy is a fantasy.

A hornet's hive, buzzing in symmetry,

A low-pitched hum of fragile energy,

Together we fly, delaying tragedy,

But darling, I tremble for the day we'll see,

That all limerence ends in agony.