Oct 29, 2002 08:51
It is strange to think, that it has been forever since I have seen you last. I have seen the new moon, many times over, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I die a little each day that I am away from you. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. Hope guides me, that is what gets me through the day and the night. The hope that after you're gone from my sight, it will not be the last time that I look upon you. For the moment time and circumstance has conspired against us, and i find that you are no longer by my side, but you are forever in my heart. And if cruel fate should decree that this love shall never be, I will be content. For I would have rather loved you for a month, a week, a day, an hour, a second, than have loved you not at all. Your love has touched my soul, you have taken hold of my heart and the memory of your presence still echoes in the emptiness that remains. A part of me will forever be yours, a small token of my willingness to give all, a part of me I am glad to give. Weep not dear heart, for all is not certain. We may yet meet again on the twisted path tht is love. And if not, then I have your memory that I can cherish forever.