What wonderous mistakes, the human heart can make, confronted by the choice between two loves. When called upon to choose, one broken heart must lose, unheeded,left, and tattered in the dust. The love that lies there torn, while seperate love is born, conceeded and defeated, feels the pain. The lover who moves on, and leaves love dead and gone, to run again to love must wear the shame for love is rarely true, and everything we do is tested by the mettle of our souls, True love does not abandon, it needs no feet to stand on, it's wings enough to give it hope of flight love's precious burden given, so often comes comes unbidden should be held with gentle hands and not destroyed. But human hearts are frail and human love grows pale, choices come to all through fate and life, the lover who is leaving and the lover who is grieving the lover who is new these all are tied, a loving heart can promise, but who really knows what love is, the lover who abandons kills the light, and once the word is broken and night-sweet words unspoken, the lover who is dying knows the truth. for new loves promise lies and each time born, it dies, cursed from it's inception, to repeat.Birth sign: Aries
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