Hopes and Grandhopes

I can feel your hopes
They are yours but they burst me
I can feel them tear

If I must give up
Then I'll keep you company
As the rest fade out

What else would I do?
I refuse to give you up
My line is your soul

Not in sand or stone
You left a permanent mark
Drawn from who I am

It has been tested
In all conceivable ways
It is intrinsic

For me to lose you
I must first have lost myself
Can I cease to be?

If I do not think
Could it be said I am not?
Who would be the judge?

Would I be on trial?
If you strip away my love
Who is it that's left?

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