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I had always been alone, Until I found you, You who lit up my life, And gave me what I never knew. In you I found, That for which I seek, And now all I know, Is that with you I grow weak. But it is not a bad weakness, For it is the weakness of caring, A weakness I harken to, And embrace with unknown daring. But alas, I have found a flaw, A flaw that tears and rips at me, For though I love you, You act as though my love you can not see. You ask many a thing of me, And I gladly carry out your will, But then you turn to others, And I am left with envy as a sour pill. But I take the pill willingly, Taking heart in just being near, Hoping beyond hope, that some day, It shall be me you hold dear. |