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i have a disease, i only appreciate you when you're not here,
like to realize how blessed i am, every blessing has to disappear,
how much i love you, every night i say it,
if only i saw more often, how little i display it,
i remember when i first met you, the jeans you wore,
watching the olympics, no idea what the future had in store,
i remember thinking, for me she's much too old,
soon forgetting that, mesmerized by her heart of gold,
i no longer have to listen to that Neil Young song,
i've never before yearned for someone so consistently, so long,
and the world is so cruel, so unfair,
not leaving it, but leaving you brings the ultimate despair,
if it came between losing my life or yours, i'd give up mine,
i promise that, backed by the love between my chest and my spine,
my intelligence is nothing, your compassion means everything,
to earn being with you, to the table - not enough i could bring,
an atheist who believes in angels, only because i believe in you,
if i die, reset your heart, let it love anew,
you have the capability of cherishing each breath, something i haven't yet learned,
if i die, don't cry over my ashes - i'm used to being burned...