The Right of It

The Right of It

What right do i have to endeavor

to secure your heart so that mine might not be so barren?

What right to suck the joy from thine eyes

to appease my misery?

To taint the pureness of your soul

with the burden of loneliness?

I would not ask this of you;

this aimless life of wandering.

To force the light in your eyes

to dim,

and your beautiful soul 

to crumble.

To watch you become a shadow

of your glory...

So, instead, I shall smile 

and call you friend.