With (No) regrets

Though I may walk a road too long
from here until I die,
I will not cease to think that I
to you, my love, belong.

We always thought that in our heart
our love would make us free,
we loved, we lost, so you and me
at last were cast apart.

The months they pass, but slowly go
along their course in time,
we were so close, it was our prime,
My Love, I miss you so.

It cannot be another way
we both know that is best
but tell my mind, it will not rest
it yearns for you each day.