With Love, With Pain
Although you’ll never feel the same,
I do not want you to take any blame.
I wish you not to seek me out.
Just believe me, I hold no doubt.
I yearn and adore, cherish, and care, yet all I can give you, is this foolish prayer.
A hopeless letter, written with ink-stained hands, a useless poem, and a hopeless man.
But if you were to feel the same; my heart would jump, I’d lose my voice, because why would you make such a peculiar choice?
A choice to love, to care for me.
Although it’s not true, I still dream of you.
I would hold you close; I’d love you with no shame.
Because the greatest blessing would be to soothe your pain.
Love you through anger, through pain, through fear, but I know that is just a dream.
A dream I’ll hold near.
All I wish is for you to be happy,
Even if it isn’t with me.
So, I will do no more, I’ll leave you be.
Even if it does end up ruining me.
Copyright © Wilbur Mctaggart Williams | Year Posted 2023
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