Never again will I be weak ,
Yet nor will I be stronger than you.
Never can I love anyone but him,
Yet is what I say really that true.
My heart no longer broken in two,
But still whole it is not.
My mind is set on what I desire,
But what I want doesn't mean a lot.
With my pain and with my hope,
I accepted love and sadness.
With all of this I must say,
That me loving you is not madness.
If all my pain had never occurred,
Would I be the person you see.
If I hadn't worked so hard,
Would I have become me.