The pleasure and the pain

Alas it seems twas not to be, that I with her and she with me
Braving morrows side-by-side, as one across the great divide
Hand-in-hand let come what may, our love would hold the beasts at bay
To never hunger nor be poor, our riches made of something more
Than gold or jewels, cash or land, that feeling when you take my hand
And bring it softly to your cheek, when neither of us has to speak
Of something we both know and feel, something deeper, stronger, real
A new world seen through different eyes, new thoughts and dreams and plans arise
Replacing thoughts of "me-me-me"--were marriage, roots, and family
For the first time love for someone else was more important than love of self
But over time did things grow strange, transformed did love and life then change
Despite my efforts to be strong, from fear of being strung along
My facade began to crack, a point was crossed, no turning back
Things once sweet turned harsh and sour, a rift that widened by the hour
Nagging doubts begin to creep, knowing you're in way too deep
My best now never good enough, you can't get over little stuff
We see us start to fade away, but only find wrong words to say
I want to show how much you mean, but pride and passion torn between
Until our lives don't touch at all, painful pictures on the wall
Memories that linger on, cursing darkness, cursing dawn