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By dougle
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23 May 2005 |
what do you think? As she asks, I die a little,
I cannot help, yet I will not refuse,
And so I help my love, to love another.
I betray myself for you, so that you may be happy,
For that is how I am and that is how I feel.
And though I bleed and cry inside, I help you,
As my love demands of me, I help you.
And at the end when in my shame of sorrow,
You look into my sad eyes and smile,
I know, I am happy. |
Written by jean.day (2366 comments posted) 4th October 2005 | | Interesting thought. I'm trying to put it into a context. Maybe she doesn't know that he (the writer) loves her, so his unselfishness wouldn't even be recognised. |
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