How sad it is to watch love die...
To dry the tears... no longer cry.
To watch two lovers drift apart,
And leave behind an empty heart.
For over time the feelings fade.
You even forget... the love you made.
The struggle to not let it go....
The more you grasp, the more it flows.
Like water washing thru your hands...
Or windswept beaches drifting sands.
Or bubbles blown into the air...
Forever gone, you know not where.
A seed no longer good to grow...
To harden under winters snow.
Perhaps someday another sun...
Will warm its heart, a special one.
And cause the seed to bloom again...
For real love truly never ends.
It's captured by the memory...
in empty hearts of ones like me.
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