Heartbroken
If I could fly from the all pain I would;
hearing you talk about her all day,
of how much you love her as though you should.
Bruising my heart more shades of blue and gray.
I lay down hurt, crying every night.
Staring at your picture, craving you more;
the handsome gift to my quite humble sight.
Such extreme desire leaves my heart sore.
There is not enough time in this world's life,
that could pay for the chance to be with you,
nor give freedom from wanting tobe your wife.
I'd give anything to just hold you, I do.
But that isn't enough my one true love,
for another is your angel up above...
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