And whereto aim the rays of love
when the original aim is lost;
I love, and with the love I hoped
but hope is weak where there’s no trust.
Should I agree to let you go?
Should I believe you
when you say that you’ve found happiness
with someone else?
Don’t we both know that someone else
could never know you like I do?
I cannot change my aim at will;
it’s you, and it remains so still.
