No more shall we be one....

Silver tears trickle down my loves face,
As I tell him of feelings that he cannot trace,
I am a slave to his smile, a slave to his mind,
His desire is mine and mine alone to find.

I know too well what his desire is,
for me to leave him as he is,
It breaks my damaged heart what his mind tells,
But I will try, must try to do it well.

If I cannot be his love then I must be his friend,
Allowing me to make a full amend,
Telling him the truth about how I feel.
That for me a real happy life just isn't real.

Let us be good friends my dear,
never more, never less, never in fear,
It's down to you what happens to me but tell.
Will you cast me back to my life of hell?