The wonder doesn’t last,
The smiles fade away,
The hope from the past
Burns up today.
You held him too close,
There is no chance now,
To vainly suppose
He will keep his vow.
The shades burst too soon,
The night comes to wail,
Darkness takes the moon,
Silence takes the tale.
Happiness entered with love.
Its intensity decreased.
It bursts in random fits now,
Yet it hasn’t fully ceased.
I hope due to memory
Of each and every touch;
But I try not to complain –
At least, not so very much.
Is this all that’s left behind:
A touch here, a smile there?
Yes, most loving’s done alone,
In dreams built from empty air.
But my fear is this
That I will never realize,
If this is love’s truth
As seen from its own eyes?
I could free this happiness,
For one that seems more,
But then I remember
I have done this before.
Do I need to reach out,
While holding this one true,
And find in other smiles
What I often found in you?
Is this what love had to show
To make me notice the grey,
In love’s battle of colours,
Is this how we make it stay?
Hearts Still Care 