Let me tell you a story of the withered divine, who was lost in the ways that hindered his kind

There once was no home for a heart of his own, simply the replacement of a cold bitter stone

But sun his eyes did one day kiss, the day he laid them on a beauty so brisk

Empty laughter replaced, now filled with gold, he wrote to her with a passion so bold

Till time did pass, as so did the distance, of a time they thought they’d meet no resistance

Storms of seas brings no reprieve to the heart that is searching for the ach to relieve

She simply stopped writing, and with that his heart, that now all was lost and this its cost

Did her letters exist, or even did she? For who else could his heart believe?

Moons of waiting till stars have past couldn’t bring back his love of last

Forget me not; remember me always, as the person you tainted with love’s sick disease

Words can never say, words just can’t express, the hole in your chest you can’t repress