I believe now
that I would rather have given up everything
that I own
than to have given up
being with you
But
there's always that but
in one form or the other
that I could have
kicked myself in
repeatedly
for not having given up everything
right then and there
Because
I now have everything
that I own
except for you
That one jewel
that I can't have
in my treasure box
which is now overflowing
with tears
My dreams and hopes
are that someday
you'll be passed back
my way
That they won't grasp
the priceless treasure
that they will hold
But
there's always that but
in one form or the other...
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