Despite It All, Her

If love meant losing,

I’d still choose you,

A thousand times,

and one more too.

Not for your arms,

not for your name,

But just to feel the spark,

the flame.

You were my peace,

my war,

my song,

And loving you

felt never wrong.

Though you may

never feel the same,

I’d whisper still

your sacred name.

I wrote a world

where we could be,

But even dreams

won’t set me free.

For though I walk

this path alone,

My heart is yours,

it’s carved in stone.