For all the chances that I gave away...
You never once went away...
To see me through your heart...
You never failed to start...
Mine again...as I faded from my view...
To feel your hand, then see the blue...
Not of the sky that wanted me to come, but of your eyes...
Pleading for me not to go...but to know...
That love stops...the yearning of the other heart to stop also...
Love is life, as is our heart...to cease beating...no...not when loved, as you know.