Love may leave, it may fade away,
it may not choose forever to stay.
But when it was there, it was true,
in every moment I spent with you.
It didn't lie, it didn't pretend,
it simply couldn't reach the end.
And maybe that's okay, maybe that's life,
not every love becomes a wife,
not every story finds its close,
some remain as feelings we once chose.
But I will never call it fake,
just because it couldn't stay.
Because love that once felt so right
doesn't become a lie overnight.