I won’t be showing this poem to you,
because I know that it would make you blue.
But if what I fear really does come true,
I will no longer be a friend to you.
I’ve known you as a special lover,
you’ve given me more happiness than any other.
I’ve known you as a special friend,
and promised to help you to the very end.
But the end is in sight,
and if you don’t do what’s right,
you know that I can’t bear to see you destroy yourself.
But there will always be a place,
both in time and space,
and in our hearts,
when we were one in love,
not two apart.
There aren’t many I’ve told this to before,
but if I don’t see you again,
I’ll be waiting for you at heaven’s door.