I suppose

at least commit to character

Inside I have, but nothing left,

In times of love, it feels like death.

It's taken more than I first knew,

I had to give, my strength it's through.

Who knows what intimacies our eyes may shout,
What evident secrets daily foreheads flaunt,
What panes of glass conceal our beating hearts?

You shared, knowing I was the cost,

And I realize now, all hope is lost.