A Note

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From a wife to her husband...

You were my house,
You were my home,
I returned to you,
No matter where I had to go.
You were my pain,
You were my rain,
You were the reason,
I cried again and again.
You were my Sun,
You were the one,
Who made all of the stars,
Seem so dull.
I loved you my whole life,
I loved you through strife,
I loved you even when,
You were the reason I took my life.

My eyes saw you,
My nose smelt you,
My hands felt you,
My ears heard you,
Your taste was what I craved.
All of me was for you,
But all of you was never for me.
Your mind, only to the dark,
Your heart, so jagged, so sharp,
Was for her, only her,never me...

I can now see you cry,
But, I must wonder exactly why.
Is it because you finally feel the same?
Or are those tears of white, hot shame?

You are still my heart,
You are still my home.
But I can no longer return,
To that silent, little home.
If I had to leave,
Please understand,
My will to persevere,
Was coming to a stand.
You know where I am,
I know it's not much of a goodbye,
If I could kiss you, I would,
Just one last time...

I'll always love you,
And I'll wait for you just the same,
I'll wait for you to love me,
Just like the fire for the rain...

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