A love... dead

There it goes, my voice cracking as I pain to see your soul.
For I am a space of nothing, I can't make you whole.

My soul, forever searching for everything but an ordinary life.
I want to love you forever, but I can't give you kids, but I could be your wife.

For as long as I breathe, I know I will never make you whole.
When you hope and pray that one day, I can fill that soul.

My love is always for you and no one else, but I can't give you the one thing you want the most.

One day, you won't be coming to me, leaving my heart
circling like a ghost.

No matter how perfect you think we really are.
My views are different, on other spectrums, from afar.

I will love you for you, for a very long time.
One day your love for me will grow sour like lime.

For I cannot give you the life that you desire so much.
When that day comes, ill be prepared when I lose your touch.

Just like a battle I am prepared, for the day you are no longer mine.
When you become happy again, I will heal and we will grow fine.

I guess I want you to know that I love you no matter what you feel.
Even though I may never give you want you want, my love for you is real.

And for when that day comes, when you leave me for dead.
For your happiness I will smile, because it is our love you will no longer dread.