Sacrifices

I used to think that love will make you compromise,

That stress and fear and worry come and always interfere. 

Since then, I learned a little more, and sampled other hearts.

I'm shocked to see that ones that beat don't break the other ones.

I see them, dear, and wonder if it can be like this,

Where I love you, and you love me, and no one has to hurt.

But see, my dear, the problem lies deep within the text...

My heart is warm, yours is as well, but warm hearts, love don't make.

You spend your nights in her embrace and all seems wonderful,

Your heart is warm then too, my love, and all seems beautiful.

She holds you close and whispers poems of how it's going to be,

But deep inside, we both know, your mind returns to me. 

She cares for you, like a mother should, and keeps you sane, my dear...

But do you want a mother's love, or someone you can feel?

You hold her close and feel her warmth and think of poetry

And you forget, ever so slightly, the way it ought to be.

I spend my time tucked away in his gentle arms, 

And for some time the world is still and peace is in my heart,

I crave his touch, his skin, his lips, and all I want is more..

The thoughts of mine never stray away from what we hold.

I do not think of you, my dear, when he is by my side,

And when he sleeps within my grasp I think of no one else...

He's wonderful, you know my dear, and his skin is always warm...

But see, my heart is heating up to match the burning sun.

Our hearts are warm for you and I, and they will always be,

There's something that we cannot forget and so much history!

We found ourselves as refugees in someone else's arms,

I love my choice, do you do yours? Or is she just for fun?

I'd reconsider mine, my dear, if you had made one change,

But I wouldn't throw heaven away for one short-lived race.

So stay where you have been my dear, however icy...

And remember, love, I made my sacrifices.