Love's Greatest Tragedy And Its Truth Poem by Mathew Lewis

You and I are victims of love’s greatest tragedy
And its greatest truth:
That life moved on without us,
And time forgot us in our youth.
That we were once each other’s
Is now just a winter’s tale,
We’ll pay the price in scars on our hearts
That remind us of how we failed.

The weakest part of the solstice
Is when the sun and moon exchange;
What could’ve been a meeting of beauty
Turns out to be a passing in vain.

No one would’ve cried
If Romeo hadn’t died;
There’s no beauty in passion
If it survives to old age.
Yet the young are apparently
Too new to appreciate it,
Or too hasty to perceive its range.

So as we invest in this thing,
And get let down once again,
We begin to grow cynical and cold.
We forget about the fire
That burned way deep down inside,
And focus instead on the rain.
And where once, our hearts skipped a beat
At the things that we did,
They’re now simply running flat
On the cardio-vascular machine.

We believed in each other,
In our will to uncover
A moment that mattered
Somehow.
But that was many wars ago.
Since then love has slowed,
And our belief in it has changed.

I guess I always knew in my heart,
That love was better left in the dark,
But I still searched for it all the same:
Somewhere deep in my being,
I still believe in the dream
Of true love.
Of you, and me.

Beliefs may crumble
But the prophet remains,
And maybe somewhere
You’ll whisper my name.

Until that day comes,
If indeed it ever does,
We’ll remain victims of love’s truth, its tragedy,
And its pain.