My Love.. - Poem by Alex Walker
My love so sweet, my love so dear,
I must give you the news that I know you fear.
My love is now growing, blooming as a flower,
but in another direction, and I have no power.
I have fought these feelings, pushed them away,
but as time goes on, they are here to stay.
I loved you dearly, you were my first,
and so for me too, this news is the worst,
I know you will be bitter, you will be filled with hate,
but please know that you can not stop fate.
It is best to not dwell, on things out of your hand,
for when you do, you end up in a foreign land.
Yes, cry. Yes, shout. And yes, be mad.
You are entitled, for this isn't good, it's bad.
It hurts us both, and is an end we dread,
but it must come, for our flower is dead.
This will not bring me joy though, don't you see?
The one I have chosen, he does not love me.
I am alone in my emotions, and alone to feel,
the heartache and sorrow; my heart will not heal.
So if nothing else take solace in this,
that my happiness will soon no longer exist.
I will be alone, as you soon move on,
and as your love grows, mine will be gone.
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