you r the 1 is holding the gun

In love's embrace, I’d grasp the fatal gift, A bullet cold, to show my heart's intent. Yet in that moment, truth revealed its face, For you, my dear, were holding tight the gun. With trembling hands, I faced what love can be, A paradox where passion meets the harm. To prove my love, I chose the danger near, Only to find your grip could seal my fate.