Nothing much you can do,
its one's choice, and his alone.
Battles come and go,
so do betrayal.
Misery is nothing else, but expected.

Give it back,
the freedom and joy,
of which he speak,
and own, but of the past.

A lifetime of love,
or a lifetime of regrets,
the decision is yours, and yours only.

What awaits them, none could tell,
a blessing is all, they could give.

What makes it all funny,
a love turned into a battle,
resulting in regrets and misery.

What awaits us people?