What is given often lost,
For love is always starving.
You lose what you put in,
Feel frail as she's departing.
Am i to love again?
And lose another arm..
Anxiety, depression,
These feelings left unharmed.
When trust has taken blows,
Only you can heal yourself..
When love does come along,
please don't take from someone else.

Seeds will plant with actions,
Reactions are the trees.
That manifest and grow
From charity or ******.
Is your land left gorgeous?
Or dieing in the breeze?
Will you over come?
Or will you die with ease..