I cried all the tears I had for you, and yet I still cry.
Somehow I still love you, but the only difference is that you make me weak.
Loving without having someone to love is impossible they say, but yet I still do it.
I look for that love in every man, but I don’t see you.
I go to sleep peaceful, but yet I still dream of you.

How is it that the thought of you outweighs the possibility of anything else?