My heart denies my self to lie
My tears find not an eye to cry
No consolation comes from 'bye'
But I must let you go.
For should I not, my soul would fly
Into the dark, and I could die
From mortal stab, through want of try -
I need to let you go.
My spirit breathes a sorry sigh,
But with my heart, does now comply,
For now I know the reason why
I have to let you go:
I love you so.
Oh so sad, but love often means letting go. Nice write John.
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Mighty darn big, old chap, but get her back or you might regret it. A poignant, touching thought. All wrapped up in a brief, well rendered write