When love dies,
you can see it in the eyes.
His manner changes 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're left in the summize,
when love dies.
Ellen Francis Bergakker
