I Wonder How You'll Be, If It Was March And Still Lonely. Poem by Ardiente Antonio

I wonder how you'll be, if it was March and still lonely.
Will you crumble just as I did, or be the sunshine I hoped to meet?
Your presence makes my smile widen as big as the Nile.
Your face during our moonlit embrace is a real tearjerker.
A godly grace.
But darling I hate seeing you in pain, the very sight makes me want to put a bullet in my brain.
Even if I wasn't the one who made you suffer so, I just couldn't bear the thought of not being the only one so low.
What world is this? For the fool to act foolish and maiden to be swooned.
It doesn't matter.
All I require is to be an actor and numb that agony of yours, because I love you.
My dear savior.