Here endeth a chapter in a phase of many in one's life;
a prospective lover who has caused much strife.
A love that started as love will, filled with joy and happiness
yet now has lost it's thrill!
The love of a one whose affection is dead,
Like an emotional bereavement, toying with your head,
though none has died!
So many tears have been shed,
As love every now and then finds a new flower bed to water!
It's a chapter when you have to pick up the pieces and start again.
It's a phase when you suffer, not knowing where to turn or what's happening.
It's a bereavement when you realise
Love has walked away and is no more.
It's a wrench to the heart when you've been there once before!
Well, must one try again, or take a vow of celibacy,
Become a recluse, fear what love can do?
Should hate seep up into the brain of one hard done by,
Yet again and again?
Does one live a lie and go through the motions, pretending that all is well?
Or does one act unfeeling and go out with vengeance in heart and mind'?
Seeing how many broken hearts one can leave behind; will this indeed compensate?
I guess not, as perseverance too brings rewards,
So patiently I'll wait!
Good will come and one will only look back vaguely,
remembering things in their lives from such a liason that was or was not appreciated!