Once I met a shining star
Capable of healing every scar
“lovely” whose meaning of name
Vast friends we soon became

Innocence oozed from her every pore
Together; I wished of nothing more
We roamed and laughed and went for dinner
The dispirited quickly became the grinner

Days, weeks and months passed
and it seemed the star would outlast
But just when my joy was at its prime
The star ran out of time

Having been gifted a wild heart
Unaware; when love took a fresh start
Immersed fully in the hope
that this one; will not elope

I sit now, alone in my room
With the look of a dry stick or a broom
Stuck with memories of the star I knew
Incapable of starting this life, anew

Either it never entered her thought
or was I the one she had never sought?
Although I, too, never originally intended
Yet my feelings for her got blended

Wonder why God gives one a wild heart
to be loved, cherished; or to be torn apart?
To be abandoned or to be wanted more
or just to let the tears dampen the floor?