The pain of love,or the absence of,
Wounds the heart stabbing harshly in the dark.

Two hearts that lose their love,
May get more from the stars above,

But the heart that never gets more
Is torn asunder from the storm
Always seeking a place to mourn.

Never finding a light to the path,
always stumbling through the dark,
the heart without love is the one that's marked

Seeking, seeking, never finding,
love comes but few to the ones who're hiding

So to find the light, step out of the gloom,
you never know who's coming to you.

The heart that's broken is in pain,
but the situation's never hopeless,
Love always finds a way



Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Bellum, in the year 498 AD.