If You Love Something, Let It Go

Free, free, my love; You are free to love as I love, or leave me. Have I not nestled you in every unbroken promise since before the vow not to trust came to fall beside another's name. I love, love, love you. See? I perceive it as destiny. I folded in your Cheshire grin, your tongue, a sword upon my lips. Inside my soul, it is wrong. So wrong. Praying still the night is long. I will let you be released first light in the morning. Long ago since-memories of bliss fade with each empty kiss. You will walk away, my love and so, to keep you, I give you up.