Loneliness, the toll of love's cost,
When the heartache is the prize we lost.
Once soul mates, now bitter foes,
Frozen feelings, like winter's snow.
Time brings isolation, we mend,
Preparing for a bitter end.
What once was love, now turned to strife,
Spiraling from happiness to a life of misery.
The romance crumbles, we're torn,
Fighting becomes the new norm.
Amidst the war dance, we stand,
Our once-promising beginning now canned.
Loneliness sparked the bitter cause,
Putting love on hold, pressing pause.
In our hearts, frost begins to spread,
As we applaud each other's hatred, filled with dread.
But maybe there's still hope to find,
A way to leave the war behind.
Hearts can heal, forgiveness grows,
In time, love's seed may start to sow.
For battles fought and wars unfurled,
Can turn to peace in the end, when love is the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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