How hopeless to be caught in the web of one's making
How tragic is the thought that it all was in vain;
How helpless to be snared while the heart keeps breaking,
To see the farcical end of a love's sweetest pain!
Bitter tears I weep today, thinking what might've been...
Sad remorse this we knew, too mundane to make a vow,
To mislay that soaring joy, molten love's welded kin.
Who can heal? Who's to pray these scars will life allow?
One day too far to see, I'll tell this dear to me
To the young, a need to speak with passion's rare
Words on my lips, no pain or grief, whose legacy
Will shout what's etched eternal, "Love is to share!"
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