Hearts are never mended,
Feelings never dissipear,
Not even in the face of turmoil,
Or anger or dispair.

Love is never lost,
An unbreakable bond,
And even what never,
Came to be love can stay just as long.

The pain of love,
Unrequited makes,
Even the strongest hearts break,
Blackness engoulfs all.

The dark clouds roll in,
The sun hides in shame,
The birds stop chirping,
And angels fall to the ground.

Why does love,
And the feelings of the sort,
Have to contridict,
And bring all to dispair?

This is life,
it is nothing but,
heartbreak everlasting,
Hopelessness and dispair.