Love Lost
the angst of unrequited love
the ache of love now gone
a love so wrong it destroys
in words that pierce
but not quite as strong
as the ache in one's heart
cry if you must
as you read the prose
my words, not yours
but better to have loved
and lost, and lost, and lost
than not to have loved at all
hope is ever there
light may come soon
a happy heart renewed
the ache of love now gone
a love so wrong it destroys
in words that pierce
but not quite as strong
as the ache in one's heart
cry if you must
as you read the prose
my words, not yours
but better to have loved
and lost, and lost, and lost
than not to have loved at all
hope is ever there
light may come soon
a happy heart renewed