Love is..when not

She has the most wonderful man in her life,
yet she doesn't.
She is the luckiest woman in the world,
still she's not:

"How do I erase love,
when there can't be hate?
How do I replace space,
where the memory remains?

How do I be your friend,
when I love you more?
How do I feel no more,
when I've felt so deep?

How do I laugh out loud,
when I weep inside?
How do I cry out loud,
when your shoulder's gone?

How do I let you go,
when I'm bound so fast?
How do I hold you nigh,
when you cast a void?

When do the tears run dry,
for the one I cry?
When do I weep no more,
for the days go by?

How do I let this go,
when it's already gone?
How do I swallow and smile,
when its real no more?

There is one true love,
the one that's always mine.
But friends we will be,
so love can always shine, so it can always shine.."

And so the love remains,
a ceaseless flow.
Love it is..always, when not.