I cannot thank you enough for the suffering you have bestowed upon me,
for I would not undertake your indirect torture as I beg and plea.
For if you did find love, lust and comfort with another,
my faithfulness for you can't be matched by any other.
The mental anguish you've caused me in my darkest hour during war or peace,
there is no comparison on this life that I lease.
My feelings for you are so treasured,
in an amount that cannot be measured.
I choose to hate you for what you've decided,
yet love all that we've learned from each other hearts divided.
Simple factors of life taken for granted,
my existence for now I wish was supplanted.