I have loved and loved and loved,
Until my heart wore thin,
Like a fragile songbird's wing
Beaten by the wind.
I have kissed the silent stars,
And held the fleeting day,
Only to find their brightness fade
And all their warmth decay.
The moon once whispered promises,
The roses knew my name,
But now their petals lie like dust
In love's forsaken flame.
I have loved and loved and loved,
Until the night has wept,
And in the quiet of its tears
I have no more to give.
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