bloodied sword with a golden hilt

A bloodied sword with a golden hilt.
Is love whence its spilt.
Will I miss the old friendship
If I kiss upon the lip

That is if I get permission
love can be fusion or fission
driving away best friends
down the path of bitter ends

In my heart I want to ask and hope
Its my brain that cowers saying nope
I want to feel the shiny glow
I want the truth to shine and show

When I see couples I think
Maybe today I'll down an illegal drink
as a way to cope
I think i'm losing hope

I need to ask
It's a biological task
Just friends is a lie
But on the outside, I'm shy