hope change isn't gonna come

I feel on top of this so called atmosphere we live in.
The feeling that cuts through my soul is the thought of love, but what stings the wound of glory is the thought of loss, and doubt.
I can sense that the falling of greatness is around the corner and about to tumble into the ice cold particles of bitterness.
i love you, and what you bring to me.
But will it withhold till i am done or will it tear at the seams?