I held you like a diamond in my hands

But you were sharp and cut me

And still I held you close even more

I would not be parted.

I bled and my hands were sore

But I wanted you to be close

You were so lovely and full of value in other-

people’s eyes

but my eyes were sore from tears

and the sighs from my lungs had grown heavy.

I had to let you go

I dropped you and you were gone

But I began to heal

From now on I’ll have to survive on my own

And learn once more how to feel free

Because to possess you was not enough

And love is sometimes tough on lovers

sometimes we have to let go

Of loved ones we know who cannot love us truly

But one day they might learn of love they spurned

That was true and given freely.