Why?

Tears, why do you soak my pillows so?
Cascading down my cheeks in the dark,
This begotten hour.

Yet lightly they do not come,
For the hope is strong, though the risks are high.

Heart, why do you doubt, why do you fear?
The count of days have barely begun,
Yet dread already lurks in the darkness.

Love, dare I say, dare I proclaim.
Let it be spilt, let it be known.
For in you I see forever,
though the odds seem never in our favour.

My love, my darling,
Words I have yet to speak.
Though I weep, though I fear,
I stand firm in what I have decided.

For how do you deny something so natural?

Sleep, may it take me.
For this night has had too many an hour.
Falling into its gentle abyss,
Cloak me with its soft lull.
Into its comfort, forgotten is the pain.