My Love,
you wrote of how I don't love him,
yet I'm not in love with you.
You said that what I did
had significance temporarily.
You expressed how you wished
I could belong to you,
but I never would fully.
You feel I'm not in love with you.
You think I don't belong to you.
You believe it was temporary.
I'm sorry, my Love,
but you are wrong.
I am in love with you.
I love you with all my heart.
What I did
meant the entire world to me.
True memories are in my heart,
and they consist of you.
I believe I fully belong to you.
My heart belongs to you.
My body belongs to you.
My thoughts are full of you.
You are my everything.
When you said that part of me
will never belong to you,
I wanted to runaway,
runaway and cry and cut myself
just to make the pain release from me.
All these feelings deep inside me
wish to erupt in tears.
I'd rather bleed my pain
away for good.
But I won't.
I promised you a long time ago
that I wouldn't.
Love is stronger than pain.
Love heals so much slower
then wounds of the flesh.
I don't want our love to hurt.
I wish not more scars
to cover my body.
I love you,
my Dearest,
always and forever.
