Never Ending Story
Subjected to the loneliness of night,
thoughts of love are silently laid to rest.
And buried in a tomb of quietus,
wrapped in a shroud of lies, at truth's request.
Within a mute rhapsody of silence,
no mournful dirge grieves for a broken heart.
And an eternity of teardrops fall
as forever dreams somehow drift apart.
At the bottom of a fathomless pit,
all traces of hope slowly fade away.
But love is a never-ending story,
and happy endings occur every day.
I pray my soulmate is looking for me,
and time one day will set all my doubts free.
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