It's been a while, I know,
since last I said,
I love you.
It's been too long, it seems,
since I've kissed you other than in dreams.
I stumbled upon a long-time friend,
she told me she met you,
while I was on the mend.
I was told how patient you've been,
I know it's hard to share,
I was hurt, I had lost,
but the one thing that kept me going,
was that you were worth the cost.
The cost to accept defeat,
to have the other win,
if it meant peace, I'd do it,
all I wanted was to see my Harley Quinn.
And now, we enter another part of our lives,
thinking of you still cuts like knives,
is it because I enjoy the shivers?
The way you make me feel?
Just thinking of you makes me quiver.
But the war is over,
but even when I lose, I win,
because I still have my Harley Quinn.
And if I have to tell you I love you,
for as long as I breathe,
then I'll try and do it more often,
even when I fade underneath.
So here I leave this letter,
because I want you to know,
how strongly you hold us together,
and that is why I'll never let go.
"Lose control, become powerless, and it's over." - Harry Morgan.