This isn't a testimony of love,
Or a confession of feelings.
Because the love I have for you
Is the same the tides hold with the moon.
I'll push and pull however you need me to.
Whatever it takes for you to be happy.
But you looked at me as you longed for the sun,
And I could see her reflection in your eyes.
I could feel you praying for her warmth, aching for her glow.
If the moon could cry,
I would create new oceans.
I'm sorry I can't be her.
I can't be your sun.

This isn't a testimony of love,
Or a confession of feelings.
Because my love for you is the same the leaves hold with the seasons.
You shower me and I play in your light.
Each day gets brighter and our time feels eternal.
But then, slowly,
You fade.
Things change and I hold on for dear life.
I don't want to lose you.
Your cold.
And you've found someone new.
I know you'll be back.
You always come back.
I can't wait forever for rain.
I can't keep falling.

This isn't a testimony of love.
Or a confession of feelings.
Because loving you is the same as rereading my favorite book.
I still get lost in the pages,
But I at least now know where it ends.