I wrote my heart on a paper, Words, light they seem, Yet poetry can't erase this dream. For still, I want you, it's clear and true, In these lines, my love shines through.
Thoughts of you begin to fade, but still, In missing you, my heart feels the chill. Slowly, time will heal, and I'll find my way, Learning to live without you, day by day.
Pain stings from those we hold so near, From hearts we cherish, love so dear. Separating love from hurt's cruel art, Is the challenge of the tender heart. A puzzle, in life, we'll still impart