This is another one of the poems I decided to write in the strange style of one word, then two, then three, and so on. Here goes.

                                                              Affection.

                                                      Hesitant romance.

                                                           Do we dare?

                                                        Love is so frail,

                                          So easily spoken and promised,

                                             But do we know what's truth?

                                        Is it worth the potential heartbreak?

                                           Can we know for sure it will last?

                            Perhaps love is but a hopeless dream and fantasy

                            And soon reality will crush it, along with our hearts.