A Change In His Love

Is my love for him still there? What is it as time goes by? Is it a flame thats being constantly ignited, Every minute? Every second? Every mili-second? Or is it just a flame thats burning away the wax of the candle, Soon to be vanquished with nothing but smoke that is to disappear, As well, into the atmosphere? Love...Love is what i feel... But as each day passes i am saddened more and more. A mask is what i wear to hide the pain, the depression, the despair. I once was a rose, full of beauty and life. Now im withering, And slowly dying inside. How could the love of my life Choose another man? A deep shock to others it may be, But i knew what his choice was from the very beginning.