They say, Time is a great healer
But it is only when Time moves
That the tormented are healed.
When Time stands still
For a lover spurned,
Then Time is not a healer
But the thought he loves
Of her his beloved, concealed,
A thought he is unable to ****
Despite all attempts that failed
That thought about her
Lives with him unhealed
Fresh in his memory,
Making him live: Forever.