To see the spark, that was Love,
Fade in her eye.
To witness the gleam of admiration flicker and die,
Is truly a death, and I mourn the passing
Of my loved one’s Love, who I love everlasting.
Her innocent touch grows distant, as if waving goodbye.
Her beautiful voice falters, in the passionless lie.
Her Love lies dying, while she watches in pain.
She is powerless. All attempts are in vain
To save what was once, but is no longer right.
The flames grow dim, and on comes the night.
Weep lonely heart. No longer is she yours.
But alas, poor heart, you shall always be hers.

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