True love is nourished by sorrows,
A memory of Heaven glanced.
Without the bitter tinge of lost tomorrows,
Its sweetness is not enhanced.
The heart that has not died,
Cannot know what it is to live.
The Seeker who has not tried,
Cannot know what the Sought has to give.
If I could choose forever,
Or just a moment with only you;
That moment is my forever.
For you are my Heaven in lieu.
There will always be shattered hearts,
There will always be hope again.
Love is of the Hidden Arts.
Your world is where my hope began.
Every day that hope is crushed,
Every night it rises anew.
In the darkest night of a world hushed,
I see nothing in my dreams, just you.
And you are so beautifully stunning,
It burns my eyes away.
Love’s fever has burned me damning.
My heart is dust by your say.
But we both know of choices made.
A rose bled white drenched bloody in bid.
Would it be different if I had said?
You were the only one that could make me do what I did.
Terence Nunis
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