It is As it could be, Though not Meant to be, While this heart still holds Upon your graven image, Even should it be In the earth, Buried by tears. Love is an entrance To an exit, As life is full Of hopes and promise. I have yearned For the space between To have your smile. In your misery, I will find you. Wherever you dwell, I will accompany. I cannot let Your pain of my own Be yours, alone. I cannot allow Each one of these vows Be undone.