The Lost Love Poem by Divvy Sehmi

The Lost Love '
When love is lost
In the joyous hearts
A loss of words fill
The quietest of lips
Who once harbored
Brightest of smiles
Cry n sob for long
But you will realize
They weren't your own
What you have endured
Through troubled times
Will strengthen you
Through roughest times
It's good to be your own
Cross your heart and
Mark your words
Not to believe in
So called love
Be joyous n celebrate
That you have learnt
Your lesson well
A day will come
you will be valued
By someone who
You will call your own
Tears will be kissed away
Happiness will be kicked in
Yet again
The quietest lips
will wear brightest smiles
The prettiest eyes
will gleam joyous lives! ! ! !