It's not fair, its true.
You love me, yet,
I can't love you.
The fault is not yours,
Nor is it mine,
It's fate, therefore.
In all your hopes demise,
I hope you see
With wiser eyes
That love cannot be forced
Nor pushed or pulled,
Despite remorse.
I'm sorry it was me
Who you held in mind
So perfectly,
But I can't live a lie;
I'm sorry dear,
This is "goodbye".