Every minute of every day I hurt.
Knowing that my love for you is not returned.
You give yourself to others while my love is true to you.
I am neither wicked nor mean.
But that is what you see.
But that is not what I feel.
That is not what I am.
I will not love again.
You have it all.
There is nothing over for a stranger.
I give you my heart willingly, be gentle. I have only one.
Keep it safe for me.
We do not live for a thousand years and I am thankfull.
For I would rather rot in hell than be without you for so long.
Love hurts.
Love is hard.
Love is life.

A chuisle mo chroi