Over

I kiss you,
I whisper in your ear.
You ask, "Why do
you try so hard dear?"

It is because
I love you.
In this answer
nothing is new.

Each day I try,
often asking
myself, "why?"

The answer is
still the same,
It is love,
in it no shame.

Each day I give
my heart to you,
Never believing
we are through.

I keep telling myself,
keep trying,
Just will not accept
this love is dying.

It is so hard to
keep believing a lie.
Letting each sign
pass by.

Why is it so
hard to let go?
When the truth
you already know.

That you're the
only one....
clinging on.
Because she knows
her love is
gone.