True heartbreak in two a man’s heart divides
Half completely lost, the other retained
Doomed to forever love half-heartedly.
A woman’s love twice lost can ne’er be found,
Her form revived conceals her heart defiled
But within her eyes this very truth lies:
Where love is lost, misery and pain abound.
The language of love needs no learning,
It’s words are short and sentences brief
That he so blessed with understanding
Knows that love is merely sweetened grief.
The tender human heart has its seasons: Its summer’s joy, but sorrows when it snows. When silence comes, and peace surrounds, Its autumn falls, then solitude, its golden spring! Composed by V on 30th November, 2009 04:57
Every man drowned in deep contemplation Perceives the world as part his own creation. Nothing can outrun the clock’s relentless tick, Nor life control what death shall next pick But wit applied can soon buy us an hour To say a prayer, or bequeath our power, And embrace the bright light without a fight. Rejoice,…
Amazing
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*awesme*!
I am absolutely dumbfounded! This is definitely the most epic depiction of love – love lost, unrequited love, love found.
deep
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