Finding a New Love
"The saddest thing about love is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten." – William Faulkner
You cannot be my love, for you have gone
To far-off lands, there just on the other side
Of the horizon, bleak and dark. Now our love,
Like the sinking sun, turning gold to red,
Only to disperse into a cataclysmic dark.
There's a deep loneliness that spreads like venom
Into my very soul; but there is courage, too.
For will not the dying sun dawn up again next morn?
I harbour hope for a new love; the tide will turn again
A new life begins. The waning sun turns to fiery gold.
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