My Fault, Our Loss

Her love for me is irrelevant,
my love for her is relevant

Her love is gone, 
my love is present 

Her love is missed,
my love is prohibited

Her love is precious, 
my love is damaged 

If only I knew then 
what it is I know now 

"Her" and "my" would have
 never existed at all 

Together we would have
made it "OUR LOVE"

Together we would still 
be in each other's arms 

There's no I, me, you, your, my or
him and her in true love 

It should've, could've and would've always been "Ours"

If I knew then what it is 
I know now but it's to late 

A lesson I learned to late,
she couldn't wait any longer