Love Dies
Love diesDreams fades
As does warm summer days
Promises wane
Heartache strikes
Leaving you alone and shivering in the night
A thousand lives you could leave
Inevitably ending in one result
The death of love
Love Dies
Love dies01-16-2010
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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