Darn it

On that one day in January,
That day you made me confectionery,
If only I weren't so stationary,
You'll probably be mine permanently.

I find that love is a necessity,
Although it is always arbitrary,
Again if only I weren't so cowardly,
Else you'll be more than just a memory.

Seasons pass I tend to worry,
Am I going to be alone even on my obituary?