I have had to dig my heart deep
with the shovel of your cruelty
buried our memories with stifled weeps
and in that,still, I find a kind of beauty

Some say I'm a slave to love, to others I'm only a fool
Neither know to have loved alone is a rare gift
For my heart is an engine and love is its fuel
with my feet on the ground, not hovering nor adrift.

It is with grief now that I bid you farewell
but who says in that there is no charm?
Our times together now in another time dwell.
A time that can cause none any more harm