Infatuation - A half poem

A spelling that mistakes
for years, a name
calling life a love
why do we exist
In a mere mirror of time

Jealous of darkness
Death bemoans
A traveling sickness
A poetry that engages
Ageless scare
Upon this nature
Unto this last flower

I perish; yet exist
Countable letters
Yet plenitude of dreams
All in a mercy of time