..as loyalty is painted to the fullest on this tapestry. It's a bolstering scene to see myself revert to the nonchalant rock form which may have well made me the ideal man to make the save, yet it's too little...too late and nothing is worse than being too late...it's irony and a swelling of sadness. The melancholy overture emanates as there's the definite vacuum to be left with the relationship's demise amidst the onrushing deluge of peril; the waves of breath stopping sadness and it's my moral compass that outstands and reverberates with infinite plausibility - it surprises no one to see myself display the ultimate act of Love and Sacrifice.
...as loyalty is painted..in my eyes.. I don't hate you for leaving me... If in still, I love you.
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