The day of love draws near at last,
but I feel nothing but the fear.
The fear of repeating the past,
To waste another lonely year.
Another year of empty love.
To love one who does not love back.
A feeling flighty as a dove,
As fatal as a heart attack.
But I will endure nonetheless,
Despite my empty, aching heart.
Without pain or love to profess,
A Loveless Lover's brand new start.
A heart aloft must fall and crash.
A heart that burns must burn to ash.
