i ask you, oh tell me, what is a love, without sacrifice?

oh how ironical, was it my love, to love you

for oh how when you shared the tears to your past

i held you in my embrace and told you,

as to how, it all shall be just fine

but oh how my love,

when the time came for you to hold mine

oh how easily, you questioned as to oh why should you be the one

to understand and remain wise

for oh you’d instead prefer,

letting go.

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