I still can't comprehend when it ended,
Still don't want to know it can't be mended,
Without you here I would never be contended,
We are now strangers with love undaunted,
Why do we have to be strangers in love,
Why can't we love ourselves the more,
Why do you have to leave until dawn,
Why didn't you tell me you love someone more,
Now all I do is try to memorize your name,
Yearning to touch for the last time your mane,
Since we can no longer pass the same lane,
I would not cry for strangers can love again,
Back to being strangers we have,
But your heart will always be mine to love,
Even if we love someone else this much,
I know one day our story will be sung to us.
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A beautiful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely encapsulated into lovely poem written from the inner recesses of the heart. Love is whimsical and temperamental, is comes unannounced and leaves without warning even when one partner tries at all costs with limits of ones circumstances to nurture love with care. A nice poem indeed. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.