My love

My love.
You could have had so much more.
But you chose money.
You poor, poor woman.
For now I know;
My heart never belonged to you.
And I think never could.
Not in your keeping, in fact.
Though I loved you;
And saw a light in your spirit.
But by delusions only;
A mere reflection of a desperate state;
Something that wasn't there.
Like hope in a dark cave.
Where light cannot enter...
But then to see the dark.
To you my love,
My best wishes.