She will be someone else's. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, my soul is lost without her. Although this may be the last pain she causes me, and this may be the last poem I write for her. I've always liked sad poems since they are almost always beautiful. But the first time I was moved to tears was by this poem that I stumbled across on the internet. I think the poem is both simple and powerful.