Lost and alone it happens by like the rising of the sun,
Love blooms like a spring flower, slow and beautiful.
It grows so slow as each day goes by,
Not knowing how much time flies by,
As the beauty glows,
But soon the brightness is less.
What has happened?
What is this?
Where is the love?
Oh God please!!
As you hold on tighter,
Trying hard not to let go,
You squeeze so much
You hear no breath.
The eyes are empty,
You hear no beating
of the heart.
What have I done?
I do not know,
A soft cry I can hear
“Please let go…I beg of you.”
Harder I squeeze,
Trying to make it grow,
But the love has died.
Where did it go?
It is here in pieces
No more to grow.
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