love suffers

Your love bloomed then grew old and tired
and died away
and you left me here to unravel in the sorrow of my solitude.
Tangible only in my memories.
Body aches.
Heart breaks
And I miss you.

Every moment a mockery.
Lovers kiss a poisoned lie.

I miss your kiss.

Sweet nothings and empty urgings
I poured myself out upon the ashes of our love
Longing for that which can never be.
Never was.

Broken and beating, still my heart clings to this ideal
That love suffers long and much
It hopes for all and believes with eyes unseen
That true love never returns to us void or unrequited
And love, that mistress that drives us to the brink of madness and pleasure both, cannot be forsaken