the heart of love does not love me,
but waits and rests for eternity.
never to find me yet calls my name,
leaves me in sadness and dissonant shame.
so, dear love, where do we start?
a cold winter day when we fell apart?
you left me in snow without a thought
did you know it’d be all for naught?
summer left us and fall took ahold,
before we knew it the weather turned cold.
no warning, no sign, just a shrieking cry
and on that cold dead day you lied.
you flew away without goodbyes
not even a sigh, it was no surprise,
that on that fateful night
you bid goodnight, to a love so much refined
that we know not how to handle
the blowing out of a candle.
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