From your sad poem flows a mournful cry --
A lament of Love's deceit and pain;
If only words alone could mollify
The heart-wrenching notes of your refrain!
But there's just one cure for such distress:
Only Love itself can you entreat
To end the painful hours of loneliness,
And quell the bitter anguish of deceit
What a strange and baffling mystery --
Love, the very cause of your despair,
Now seems to be the only remedy
That can purge the torment that you bear
For Love breaks a pledge when it departs
That only a new Love can fulfill;
How joyous the song of two lonely hearts
When they meet -- though Love's own voice be still
Then take heed and proceed cautiously--
Love has always been a game of chance;
Though at first you can't hear Love's rhapsody . . .
Trust your heart when it begins to dance
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 1:48 PM UTC
From your sad poem flows a mournful cry --
A lament of Love's deceit and pain;
If only words alone could mollify
The heart-wrenching notes of your refrain!
But there's just one cure for such distress:
Only Love itself can you entreat
To end the painful hours of loneliness,
And quell the bitter anguish of deceit
What a strange and baffling mystery --
Love, the very cause of your despair,
Now seems to be the only remedy
That can purge the torment that you bear
For Love breaks a pledge when it departs
That only a new Love can fulfill;
How joyous the song of two lonely hearts
When they meet -- though Love's own voice be still
Then take heed and proceed cautiously--
Love has always been a game of chance;
Though at first you can't hear Love's rhapsody . . .
Trust your heart when it begins to dance
Any heart in torment will understand
