When love departs the heart
And the wind sings no more
Or the flame has thoroughly melted
The candle at its core
When the song loses its music
When the magic is no more
Should I find my heart in pieces
Lying forgotten on the floor...
Then I must find a pen to write
And use my tears as its ink
I shall tell our tragic story
Without a pause or a blink
I would pick up the pieces
Of my broken little heart
I would stitch them back together
So they would not fall apart
Most of all, I shall find
The woman I once had been
For you must not be the end
I must love and be loved again.
©2017 by Rescel Ocampo
