You my cross, my pain

1
The dawn was painting watercolors on the sky,
And silence brushed against your tender eyes.
My love is like a mountain spring, so high,
But you’re my cross, my pain that never dies.
2
Within your gaze, the distant fires gleamed,
And happiness sang soft, a fleeting breath.
I lived for you, my passion, as I dreamed,
But you’re my cross, my pain, my God, my death.
3
Though soul may burn, the heart will keep its beat,
And never notice scars that heal within.
We’ll carry on, but memory’s bittersweet—
You are my cross, my pain, beneath my skin.
4
I won’t renounce the bitter taste of loss,
That burns the core, yet clears the path ahead.
Though reason seeks a door that’s locked across,
You are my cross, my pain—the truth instead.


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