How many tears the heart cries
while piece by piece it slowly dies
is a rather recent discovery of mine
while I long and yearn and pine.
You have touched me deep inside
where there is no place for me to hide
from the feelings which envelop me
without any hope that they could ever be.
I wish that I could turn back time
to a date and place before this rhyme,
where you and I have never met,
to a time I would not need to forget.
But time has passed with no return
and how to survive, Ill have to learn.
