I can’t remember when
I felt anything for myself
Except for revulsion and contempt;
I haven’t been worried for years
And anxious for months
On my own account,
The sum of my existence
Is a small amount.
When the balance is due,
When everything is settled
And every vital decision decided,
I need to know
That you made it through this world
With your soul and psyche whole,
That you found the happiness
I was unable to give you.
never erease the true love even you can't have it... trust me it will keep us stronger.. Love ur words... Cheers, Sun
And you write these words that make this reader cry Because you are you and Only want the best for the Lover, that you so unselfishly try to comfort, on this magnificent, Poetic, death bed's muse. Wow Uriah! You bring tears and take our breath away, all in one pure moment of loving poetry. Sometimes, we may feel we are unable, but in our souls and our heart and pysche, we make the difference to bring about our lost lovers whole. At the end, happiness, is truly the goal. Great shot. Smiling at you Tai
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This is love's finest hour. We do wish all those with whom we have shared the journey to find happiness even if we failed to give it to them ourselves. Poignant write, Uriah. With admiration, Sandra