Lovers and friends

If together we could be...

Me being yours and you being mine...but as friends, risking that would leave things to never be the same.

Are we victims of love?

My love, my sunshine, you are to me.

My sanity, my light, my first flame 'but' amongst others, you are my pain.

Me and you, "together" is what I've been petrified of.

Maybe it was meant to be.

Or our friendship should have remained?

Now here we are...separated by love.