Living with it

Traveling and flying so high;

It is kismet!

You are my type of guy!

Spiritual sacrifice in your eyes,

Love affairs are coming to an end.

And the scorn you felt...

You can not pretend.

Emotions are bottled up tight;

Here I am; by your bedside,

I don't villafy such things!

No need to cry!

It's not the same death sentence it once was.

It's not the only thing I contemplate when I see you. But there is a need for a cure.

Till then you must live your best life.

Authentically and visually you are present.

There is no need to cry.....

As tears fill my eyes...

What I'm trying to say... 

You must live your best life.