Silver hair falling across her face,
Colorless tears slipping from her eyes;
At the sight of the darkened place
In which her damaged heart forever lies.

It was all so long ago but she remembers
As if all had happened in her yesterday.
Yet only now does she fully see the injures,
Now that all around her is rotten and grey.

Only now is the charm dispelled, and light,
Brought so painfully back into her existence.
She wishes she were blind again, in the night,
So that she were immune to deliverance.

Deliverance from his curse, that made her see,
How much damage he inflicted upon her ruthlessly.
For now all dies around and she is free,
Far too late to dispose of her heart in liberty.

Ever since her youthful days she kept her heart,
From all harm safe within her; buried deep.
Now, years after he tore her cruelly apart,
She awakes, to suffer life, from her sleep.

Now he is buried too and by accident she strayed,
Only to see she hoped, unconsciously, in vain,
That one she and her heart would be remade,
When he came back to soothe her endless pain.

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AN: Yikes, am I in a writing mood.oh well. You've read it. I don't like it
because there are so many poems about broken hearts. Obviously, the old
lady here stumbled across the grave of an old lover to see that she has
spent her life in vain waiting for him to return and now it is too late for
anything. She probably drops dead in the end as a victim of my bad mood.