I loved you, but I could not wait forever.
I made my choice,
But you would not make me yours.
In some delays, a year’s as good as never.
As what is lost no change of heart restores.
I love you still, but I cannot think of you
Without the bitter longest of regret.
This too will pass, I know and time renew.
The innocence one needs to love,
You were my once,
That never comes again.
A happiness untouched by any pass,
Whatever comes next with the stain
Of knowing well, this love might not last.
Goodbye my love! I hope someday you’ll be ripe for the love
You could have for me.
Shannon Shell
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