Hearts they beat for two,
A heart that only beats for one is slowly dying,
Love so seldom truly found on through.
While the strongest of men are lead to crying.
Tough as blood, fists of iron,
His lonely heart still to yearn,
His fiery mind still to burn.
His sense of worth is slowly dying.
For some there is no love to dwell,
Upon their soul to save from hell.
But only self and darkness here alone.
Will bring this man into his home.
Where no swèet thing will drop a tear,
Or save him from his harshest fear.
For him the life of lonely days,
And nights where only he remains.
No love for him except himself
No sweet, sweet lovers song to shelf.
Brings him hope or peace to find,
The one and only soul divine.
Some they miss, some they catch,
Their soulmate in just a breath
But then to last eternal seems,
A most impossible, a childish dream.
But many years their lessons learned,
A chance to try again to find and earn.
Mistakes a few put love to death
A second chance a second breath.
Here’s to all the one and two,
The ones that join the ones that grow.
Here’s to him that not begot,
The little ones or so I thought.
To sift through life afraid and lost,
No love He thought no cost.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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