No love is ever lost,
though thrown about
and often tossed;
it will stay forever
in the heart;
no love is ever gone,
when once again,
there is no song,
to brighten lovers,
now apart.
Memory is fraught
with dreams and nightmares,
with hope and despair,
wondering if one cares;
love is seldom steady or
predictable;
it can cause delusions,
often despicable,
temporary insanity,
inflated vanity,
leading to profanity.
Cursing love is not
the way to end it,
forgiveness  paves the
mode to send it;
absence of the voice,
will often end it.
But, no love is ever over,
the mind cannot forget her
tender shoulder,
the one you used to lean upon;
never is forgotten,
once it's gone.