The strain.

I never took for granted,
Any of the ‘little things’.
Moments of the mundane,
Gave my heart it's wings.
There is no greater love, my girl,
And would be no greater pain.
I have to pull on strength,
I have to take the strain.
I always knew their value,
Because their mirror yours.
To lose them and you, my girl,
Would be the sound of hell as it roars.