Diagnosing Poem by anais vionet

If you had one year of love,
and then you had to say adios,
should you be glad or morose?

Sure, if it ends, it's not what I'd hoped,
We just weren't destined to be betrothed.

We had fun, we were close and jocose,
we snogged until we practically choked,
and we did ALL the fun things that were gross,
but our forte was that we felt safe, I suppose.

Now, I'm not saying it's over, but I tend to diagnose,
things and while I wouldn't say that we love overdosed,
I would guess that we shared more love than most.