For now I wait,
as you lie to your family,
and I leave my job.
The things we do for love,
profound to the furthest extent.
The things I do to show it,
exposing the marrow inside me,
reaching lengths I couldn't dream of before.
All at a chance to experience happiness.
All at a chance,
to be with someone,
I could easily see myself burying.
Not today,
or tomorrow,
but in the future.
I love you,
from the deepest depths of my being,
and would give anything,
to hear you laugh again.