All the love
I might have given you.
I wish
I long
Should that I could give it to you now.
Unfair, so unfavourable this circumstance.
Yet unfair is not important.
I don’t care.
I only care that the love which I can no longer give you
Which you deserve, and should have
So hopeless is my desperation
I give to another.
Not because what I feel for you has lessened
It only grows stronger
The only way I can honour
What we had.
What you were to me
No one and nothing can replace
You are my inspiration
For the air I choose to breathe
Into my aching lungs
Sorrowing from missing you.
The love that I give without remorse
I give because I think of you
All that you should have had and more.
For what you gave me
I did not realize until now
Was more than I ever could have hoped for.
I really like this, Wicked.