I once belonged to you and you to me. We swore ourselves to each other eagerly. Our love was of sublime divinity. The very seed of true happiness. Your smile was that of beautiful moon beams in which I found my way.
Our black roses' seed planted.
We ran and frolicked in the brightest moons. You eyes shone with a glimmer of love unmatched by any. Your warm touch and shining smile melted my black heart of iron and brought me joy.
The rose flourished.
Yea what was so quickly grown had died.
Your gaze to a cold stare. Your eyes to fire. My heart to ash. Yet still I wait by the grave of our promise. I've been waiting so long.
My body to a corpse. My soul ensnared.
I watch as she shares her love with others. Despair befalls my very existence, for I know that love as exquisite as my lost beloved's can never again be found. My sould weeps by this grave, for it knows that it is alone. Alone shall it remain, for true love was murdered that fateful night.
As I weep for this accursed loss, I ask myself if there is any solace. I know there is no chance for solace.
There is no rest for a dying heart.
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