My heart poured out in silent cries,
Its yearning bared to starless skies.
He, with cold and careless art,
Gave no respect to my devoted heart.
I loved truly, deeply—no mistake,
With a good heart, no shame to break.
A soul sincere, love pure and clear—
He couldn’t revere what I held dear.
In this age of love’s deceitful play,
Where hearts are bartered, thrown away,
I loved you like the old ones do—
Soul unbound, no greed in view.
Your name a hymn through all my cares,
My loyalty too much to bear.
The hurt still lingers, quiet, unseen,
Yet I carry no shame for what has been.Now I’m healing, rising, glowing bright,
No more proving, no shrinking from sight.
He was never ready, his heart too slow—
From ashes of pain, I’ll soar and grow.