Fathom, nay spasms

I’ve been warned I’ll not remain detached,

Rather in me something a lot like love will hatch

There’s in me a fear o’r the aforementioned unwelcome, Love – its very name

Joined with a man to me is strange

The hope of immortal bliss

Of unending mirth and happiness

Is oddly hard to fathom

My memory recalls only emotional spasms