The Death Of Love

The once beautiful flower has withered and gone

It is memory's charnel vast that I weepeth on

Lifeless, this lonely heart swoons 'neath my breast

For my tears bring you back not, from silent rest

Lamentations and woe, peace never shall I know

Blood less bitter be than these tears brackish with sorrow

Every promise ever born now lay broken

False words are better left asleep on thy lips than spoken

With autumn's dirge summer doth end

And dreams, like leaves, decay into the wind

Pallid as the breath on which they blow

Is my heart, buried 'neath a solemn pall of snow

This ice holds not sanctum, nor reason

For thy heart's swift change of season

With your dying, element and emotion unfold

And I, I live no longer in this cold

"Sadness, unlike love, is eternal"