Loving you is not enough
A single wish to a lover... who clearly does not love her back.
I'm holding onto the thought that you still love me... even though it's not
true.
I will kill myself a thousand times over and over so you could live
a thousand times...
a thousand times a greater life. Death is no barrier
for my love - it will always go beyond the clutches of death, beyond the great
reaches of time...
it is the potion that the gods yearn to taste, yet never
will have, for my love is the elixir that only the destined, chosen
One's lips that shall ever touch it.
Angel of Mercy.. Goddess of All.. Am I everything to you, am I more than
your whore?
Am I more than anything that you've ever known of before?
Why do you love her, my darling? What has she done for you?
Would she
steal the stars from their maker and place them before your feet, just
to please you?
Would she return your love, like I would? Would she
walk amoung the fallen, just to be with you?
Would she give away everything
that she owned and ever wanted - just so she could spend one second with you?
I never breathed a word of this to anyone that you knew, in fear that they
would tell you.
I'm afraid that you won't love me back, and now I realize
... that it's the truth..
you never will love me back, will you? No, I
wouldn't think so, since she who has told you that she loves you has already
stolen your heart, and your soul.
By just three, simple, easily spoken,
words. You doubt her love - I can see that.
And yet.. I see the ray of
hope behind your eyes. You love her, don't you, I want to ask you, but
I won't.
The truth itself would scar my soul and bring me down to tears
of vicious anger, the injustice of it all - I, who have loved one, facing
the reality that the one i love loves another.
Continue on your way then, and forget that I have ever spoken these words.
This secret shall remain inside my head.. but the whispers of the heart
continue to thread its way upon my lips and scarcely would I challenge to
take my sword and duel with the heart of the lover himself.
But I shall
never.. for my friend has spoken the truth of her love, first.
Anima