Thought it tore me apart,
And I still feel the echo of the pain,
I count myself lucky to have loved as I did.
It was strong and deep,
Flowing from an unseen source.
I was fulfilled, made better, more,
In a way I couldn't imagine.
Life, everything, was exploding with greatness.
I loved school, homework was nothing.
I craved those quiet times
When I could just think of her.
She was beautiful,
But I did not love her beauty but herself.
The darkness in her life
Made our times together so bright,
So full of peace and contentment.
I could have died and been happy,
Regretting only the loss of more time with her.
All the opportunities,
The standards of success we strive for,
None of these mattered.
There was love,
And it was just as good
As all the poems, stories, and movies say.
