If today was not an endless highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.
I can't see my reflection in the waters,
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain,
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or can't remember the sound of my own name.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

There's beauty in the silver, singin' river,
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

"Tomorrow Is A Long Time" written by Bob Dylan

"Boldly, I gave my whole heart to you. No one else did I pour all my trust and my self. It didn't come easy to find another heart so much like mine, that accepted so much, to invest their time. And with all my trust I fell in love with you so easily, for the person you showed was so pure in soul. So much like  my soul, yet so much your own, I could stand back and look at you in admiration and with the truest love I've ever known. No one before you had made me content, to live one day at a time without regret. Although we knew, all things must pass, I tried to defy that and keep you forever. I would do anything for you, that you surely knew. But maybe I tried to hard...who took for granted of who? Boldly, passionately, and sometimes ruggedly, I truly loved all the unique parts of you. Every smooth curve and every hard edge. Every soft word and every harsh thing you said. In true love, I accepted your many parts. All of them, I could lovingly endure, except the part that admitted, you didn't love my heart."

"When the sun has set, no candle can replace it." - George R.R. Martin