In life I've found that the one single thing worth having,
Is so easily found,
But just as easily lost.
We take for granted that which we have,
Squander it like it is an infinite resource.

Love is the most precious commodity of all,
It can topple empires, and bring the most hated enemies together as one,
When we find it, we want it forever,
Few are willing to work for that,
Most simply want it, and claim they need it,
Like they need air?
No,
Like they need gold, and material possessions,

Love, something I've had, and nearly lost,
Several times, the harder you squeeze, the more it slips through your
fingers,
I've said things I wish I hadn't, haven't we all?
I've asked forgiveness, and been given it,
But old scars are not soon forgotten,
Nor forgiven...truly.

Sometimes we say things we dont mean,
Force our loved ones to do things to hurt us, for their own good,
whether they know it or not.

Love is based on trust, if we can't trust eachother, who can we trust?
Not you, not ourselves, all alone we would be.

To the person this is to, you know who you are, I just hope this will
help explain my feelings.
The matter, far from over, still evolving, shaping, changing.
I have sacrificed my life for you.
Would you do the same for me?
At times Im not so sure, as much as it hurts to speak so.

Only time will tell, the lengths you will go to,
To match my sacrifices?
No, how selfish of me, to try and top you, in love,
I know you love me, with all of your heart, and soul,
But others just as much? I'm not sure, I don't care to know,

Would you sacrifice yourself for me?
You say you would,
But actions speak louder than words, my love,
Actions speak louder than words.

Is your reputation, more important than love?
Your strength in the realm?

True love comes but once in life,
Are we right for eachother?
Yes, I know we are,
The perfect balance of personality, strength, tact, and wit,
But will you work to keep me, as I have slaved so hard for years for
you?
Of this I want to think you will,
But love is of give and take,
Who is giving, and who is taking?

We've both done our fair share of each, but are the scales balanced?
Whos to say.
Do what your heart says is right,
Dont live life solely for your own pleasure, living to make yourself
happy, as I have in the past,
I've learned, fufillment in life comes from living for others, and not
for yourself.

Too many sacrifices I have made in life, have ended up with me worse off
than when I started.
But would I do it all again, exactly the same if I could? Or would I
change the way i've chosen to live?
I would relive it all over again, knowing I would end up exactly where I
am today,
In love, so in love, on shaky ground, like on a mountain slope covered
in snow, an avalance waiting to happen,

Would you sacrifice yourself for me?
I have for you. Do what is best, do what is right, for you, or for
others?
That choice is up to you, but think long, and think hard, and know, life
is like chess, always look ahead and play the fortune-teller, predicting
the outcome of your choices, much pain in life can be averted in such a
way.

I love you, you know I do,
You love me, I know you do,
Be with me, and no one else,
That simple thing is all I ask,
Is it too much?
That is for you to decide,
I await your answer, or have I heard it before?
Of that I could not say,
But I will say this, life goes on, and will our paths be the same? Or
will they diverge and will we never see eachother again? I pray for the
former, and expect the latter.
Love brings out the worst in people, and it brings out the best,
What does it do to you, my darling?
Please tell me, do not be shy, your feelings I seek to understand, but
you hide them from me, behind your veil of calousness and uncaring.
I know how you really are, I know what you're really like, and yet you
seek to hide from me.
I will quite possibly never understand on my own,
Not without you.
Not without you.

All I want, is you, to tell me, to speak to me, on how you feel, and to
love me. That is all I want.
Do I ask too much?
I think it not unreasonable, but please, tell me...how do you feel, my
love?

Would you sacrifice yourself for me?
Would you?

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Variach, in the year 98 MA.