My Love - June 20, 2010
I feel in my hands,
What my love once was,
Warm, soft, a glowing red.
When my love once lived,
Alive and real,
The pulse that beat like fire.
But no more...no more,
Is my love like this rose in my hand.
Now it is broken, now it is dead,
My love that once was and no longer is.
-Broken Lover