When love dies You can see it in the eyes His manners change from one day to the next Becoming insensitive, cruel and vexed sincerity, trust and tender passion are replaced With cunningness, lies and haste. Where love once flourished in the heart pain and suffering now play a part Memories; stolen moments of heaven and bliss The lingering sensations of his kiss Shattered dreams, abandoned plans Emptiness, bitterness, a failed chance.... Are all that is left in the summize When love dies. By Ellen Francis Bergakker