You can love someone in many ways, yet never truly be able to love them. Such is the sadness of life.
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This love we share isn't perfect,
There are many imperfections to see,
This love we share isn't normal,
But it's perfect enough for me.
This love we share isn't ideal,
"Taboo" is how most would describe.
This love is something extraordinary,
Typical rules are something we don't abide.
This love we share isn't understood,
For many would shun us and stare.
This love is not for the weak hearted,
For this pain, only few can bare.
This love we share knows only limits,
For we know it can never be.
This love knows very much about sorrow,
For only in my dreams could you be with me.
This love we share isn't a fairy-tale,
The furthest thing from it, truth be told.
Yet, this love is something I cherish,
For even with the heartache, I treasure it more than gold.
This love we share was not something I sought out,
It was something that just happened to me.
And for whatever reason it happened,
I'm grateful for the love you have shown me.
This love we share has an ending,
We see it in plain sight.
But I pray to God for your continued happiness,
And one day he may end this lonely hearts plight.