Friday, August 1, 2014

Lovelorn

When the days always seem dark
And merge into nights of gloom;
Wandering like a lifeless soul,
You fade towards your doom.

Cherished memories, lingering dreams
Nurtured with desire and anticipation;
Alas, the heart is easily broken,
Leaving behind a treasure of emotions.

What was an affection, becomes devotion,
Unbridled, it blooms into romance,
Unrequited, it's an endless heartache.

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