If my presence in your life
makes you unhappy, I shall go.
If what I can offer seems
less than you need, I will stop.
If my pain seems too much to bear,
my heart too shattered to hold,
I shall leave like a shadow in the darkness,
never more to bask in sunlight of your smile.
If your answer be 'yes',
I shall mourn the loss of your sweet face
and try to console myself with the truth
that I loved you well with all that I could.
And I would die a little more each day
knowing that even Death's embrace held
no hope for eternity in your arms.

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