Never Dies

Love, oh love, that never dies,
no matter tears or angry sighs.
Distraught, the angel
reached for heart again.

The agony was near to overwhelming.
The emptiness seemed more than all consuming.
One more moment, suffering,
and then we'll love again.

The days wore on in unforgiving movement.
Time passed, but love was never lived at all.
Zen-like states of trance enhanced
the suffering they never wished to feel.

Real was a word beyond their definition.
Happiness would never visit there.
Joy once found did not resound
within their atmosphere.

Love, oh love, that never dies,
no matter tears or angry sighs.
Distraught, the angel
reached for heart again.

The agony was near to overwhelming.
The emptiness seemed more than all consuming.
One more moment, suffering,
and then we'll love again...

? Michaelette ?

7/4/2002
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