For she who comes after you...

Sometimes love needs a proof in separation.

Filling the void, yet creating a chasm...
Giving hope, while taking it all away...

It binds and it blinds, both...
And the stronger it grows,
the weaker the souls become...
'cause in each other they find,
the strength and resolve...

To face with happy ease,
what would be daunting otherwise...
To be ready...
To live the moments...
Together... amplified...

All this I seek; I get only if I leave her,
Then as lovers before me have, I too shall oblige.