When you know it's love

When it's just never enough,

There are not hours-

That could satisfy the eyes

To look in his eyes..

Not enough words,to say 

I love you and mean it.

Not enough moments-

To hold hands,to become one.

It's when you realize you 

Love yourself,but hate yourself.

Because your gift from heaven

Is what makes you happy.

Because I want to be everything he wants,

All that he deserves,

More interesting,talent and skill.

I hate myself for not being perfect for him.

I will regret all that I didn't do with him,

When I had the chance,

Because maybe I don't get anymore.

I loathe life and love.

Because it makes my life,

Me happy,

So happy..worth every teardrop of happiness

Every hope and smile.

How I allowed my life to be great because of a man,

How pathetic can I be?

Yet it does not matter,because I am best with him

If he could feel as quarter of what I felt..I would need nothing.

I love this man,

What a shame he knows,I need him.

I had so much happiness,I could die.

Moments in three different countries.

I fear one day,he will realize,

How little of a person I am.

Can only write and speak little french.

But the biggest part is my love...which with time,

Will mean nothing.