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.

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