Dream Lost

I tried to dream of your heart

But your face tore me apart

With your eyes so true

It makes me so very blue

Why must one be blessed?

With a beautiful thing it makes a mess

Of a healthy soul strung round'

Inpeices on the ground

I know sometimes you cry

Wishing that you could die

Surcomb to the warming light

Only then would love take flight

But you go off on your high wing

SoI no longer believe such things

As I change for the better and hope

You have left me to cope and mope

In a sorowful bitter lament

Of a romance that should be spent

Author's Note

Please ignore my spelling and grammar thanks!