Today while the skies are gloomy and dark
My heart beats with a melancholic spark
It hopes to be eternally serene and tranquil
As I lay everything now in God’s will
Love is blind, as Shakespeare once wrote
Three words that became my own dear quote
An expression made true by my own doing
That now I ended up believing in something
I loved, I lost, my heart forlorn beyond measure
I will get back on track I know that for sure
For loves lost are the ones forgotten and far away in bedlam
What will make me live is simply the thing that I am.
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