Literature
Lost Love Letter
To You,
Love is blind
and now I see
we were always never meant to be.
Nothing left of you and me
just give up, just let it be
I shall never let you go
this, by now, you surely know.
True love is wrong, or so I'm told
yet without it what joy
could this world ever hold?
I shan't know soon
for I don't know now -
someday I shall
though I know not how
How I long for those days
so carefree and gay,
when all we wished to do was play.
And never gave thought to destiny, fate -
when there was no lightening
at my garden gate.
We both shall learn to say goodbye
and then our lives become a lie:
a myth, a legend, forgotten and lost
a memory, a dream,