Love's death

by scarlet angle   Oct 6, 2010


On the day of love death,
both hearts will feel pain,
and both hearts will never be the same.

For when you love that person,
the thought of them will only come
when the tears come.

To feel love's cold grip;
is to have no passion, no warmth.

Soon in love's reincarnation,
the tears are a memory
and the passion is home and
they will be a memory of your hearts soul.

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