Without Equal

in this life, people come and people go:
some that we wish would never leave us,
others that we wish we did not know;
the difference isn't much to discuss:
right or wrong, the apple is split by the arrow.

but down the march of time,
for however long you live,
you should know that this heart of mine
was all that I had to give,
and this love is without equal;
of that, I am sure,
whether or not you allow it to endure.



January 1, 2009, for She Who Cannot Be Named.

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