All that was once done is now left undone.

All love that once was is no longer cared.

There are no songs left ever to be sung,

Such feelings, now lost, never again shared.

This becomes the truest nature of love,

This is now what life is really about.

A love, now vanquished, nothing is left of

What once was so true, with nary a doubt..

My weary heart is forgotten, alone,

No hope of ever finding another.

These feelings I have are always forlorn

I know not of love for any other.

All that I wanted was a love to share,

All that is left is this life of despair.

02/12/2008

Author's Note: ... love's lost, the cost.....

Posted on 02/12/2008
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