At least I can love

At least I love.
I met someone who had brown eyes.
He was soft, warm, he seemed like the honest kind.
I’m glad I was able to love someone that much.
Like look at me, I was loving him proudly even when his affection drifted silently.
So this isn’t a heartbreak, this is a lesson.
I have a loving heart now, that’s the blessing.
A billion people on this earth, and my love was poured onto you.
I hope you pass it down to the person you choose.
I hope I made a mark on your life that would last forever.
See, that would’ve been the only way we’ve lasted together.
Even if not in person or with physical touch.
It would be spectacular to know you can love someone that much.
This isn’t a heartbreak, just another passionate lesson that was learned.
Because to love someone as much as I did means that love was earned.
The truth hurts, I understand, but heartache turned to heartbreak.
While I’ll use that fuel that you ignited within me.
I’ll thank god on how beautiful it is to love someone passionately.
It was real, and the laughs were loud.
At least from my end, I could say that I’m proud.
Loving someone means you chose too.
Love isn’t a credit that is given when it’s due.
That’s why I am not heartbroken or shattered.
I am fully honored and truly flattered.