I have known false love and known true love that I could not have. Neither situation is easy to deal with. When the love is true but is not meant to be; at least you know that there is someone somewhere that truely cares.
Thankyou for this piece Sir.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shodows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face...
William Butler Yeats