My love, I write what I can’t say,
With hands that ache for you,
For fate has placed you far away,
Yet love still makes it through.
I’d give the years I have to spend,
The breath inside my chest,
To be your home, your road, your end,
The place your heart could rest.
But some lives draw a crueler line,
Where longing has to stay,
And though your heart may not be mine,
Mine finds you anyway.
I’ve worn a hundred names before,
In dust, in flame, in rain,
And every life, I reached your door,
And chose you once again.
I found you under foreign skies,
By candle, crown, and sea,
And though the world changed its disguise,
Your soul still called to me.
If death should close this chapter tight,
And scatter all we knew,
I’ll search the dark to find your light,
And make my way to you.
For love like this does not depart,
It waits beyond the end,
And even with a broken heart,
I’d choose you, love, again.
And I will still be loving you
When all the stars go dark
Until time begins anew
You will still have my heart
And should creation start once more,
With light where dark has been,
I’ll meet you where I did before,
And love you there again.

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