How Can We

How can we kiss another but love each other. How can we laugh with another but cry for each other. When she is gone I'm the one you run to. That shouldn't be. Why can't I be free? You are the noose around my neck. I should stop thinking about thee. Here soon we shall never see again. Does that greave thee as it grieves me. It shouldn't greave me. But sometimes when he leaves me alone it does. His family talks of wedding rings. I hope to marry him, but first I have to wash my hands free of thee. After 3 years of loving thee, it's hard to think of a life without thee. Does it greave you as it grieves me?