Alone I’ve walked, many days
questioning love, taken away
Was there ever love?
Or was I the fool?
If the lesson to be learned
is that love may not last
why would one ever
rise to such task?
How could it be love
if the question need be asked?
Or, once knowing all this
does one give, trying to selflessly pretend
that it is not the very thing for which we all live?
Heartspell 