Oh Sadness...recall of my lost love brings,
With bridge to Heaven shattered down and gone,
When healing wounds open to added stings,
Or subjected to some, if once there's none;
An hermitage is sprung by heart distraught,
Free from intrusions of the ears and eyes,
Or else, seclusion would all come to naught,
So best that every passion left now dies;
But flaming love, once it breaks free, survives,
Yet burning out with cognizance denied,
But from the ashes, Phoenix-like revives, And torments, past, with newer joys belied;
......Love brims as new, the second time around,
......If it's been lost, but afterwards is found.
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