Broken heart, broken love
Soar up above, sweet fragile dove
Regret, no, but spare me naught
From foolish dreams, and wretched rot
But only that which can’t be felt
Lies deep within where sorrow’s dwelt
Sickle comes and sickle reaps
And when it does, death calmly creeps
Into the minds of smiling friends
Whispering softly, “Pain never ends.”
