What happens to a love that you’re unable to explore, that first spark, that, which starts with temptation?

Does it wither away?
Scorched, burned, a wound that’s best left untended? A pain that’s best left forgotten?

Does it remain an unextinguished temptation?
Inappropriate desires, fantasies, reality gone unchecked? Passion fulfilled in dreams?

Perhaps it becomes a self-doubting, lingering question?
Guilt ridden, what have I done? What am I doing? Should I think this way? Should I feel this way?

Maybe, it warps into an unyielding, nagging regret?
Years gone by, time wasted? Chances missed – the ever present, What if?

Does it fester; rot you from the inside out?
Make you bitter at not having what you ought, what you deserve?

Or does it remain a youthful bud?
A memory, evergreen, bittersweet, unspoiled? A tear, a sigh, a smile? Never forgotten, a private reminiscence always visited – in the mind, in the heart?

- Kaosar