I sit beside the ruins,
The wreckage of my one true love.
Mourning over the decaying foliage
Hoping a resurgence though.
Like the golden eagle of the ancient times,
It once soared in the skies above.
It kissed the jovial romantic winds,
And flew like a jocund dove.
With the sublime spirits and hopes high,
And a heart doused in celestial love,
I set forth to present my heart
An ambrosial gift to bestow.
But failed to find a loving touch,
A touch of care and concern.
Crippled, killed and beaten much
Left to wail and burn.
With a wish on my lips I tell you this,
Of my one true love, dead and gone.
May no ones love ever die,
May no half love be ever borne.
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