A broken heart sinking beneath the surface

A broken heart sinking beneath the surface.

It is rotten luck to have known of love;

Where once we were eternally happy, sad but a second in youth.

This love thing they speak of takes a hold of us

And we are forever at its beck and call;

The sorrow of learning the truth.

Once we ran all day and played in the sun;

Swam in seas alongside beaches, smiling and getting a tan.

Where once we ran after a ball, when we were still young;

Our childhood dissolved

And we were forced to become a woman or a man.

Before our hearts were captured and sure enough, broken;

We were free of lust and love and worries about a rapport.

We were solely focused on our own amusement; such joy!  Since stolen,

By love and its minions, its poetic verses and it lack of forborne.

Through shallow waters we search, forever lost in the mud;

Our hands dart beneath the surface, blinded by beauty.

We grope at a lover we should never aspire to love;

We only find through trial and error, our true equality.

And even when we have found love, truly, madly, deeply;

We are forever doubtful, not intentionally forgetful;

Love becomes our ruination.

We are crazy in love; we seep into each other's lives so skillfully,

That we are unaware that this disease we drink is called a love potion.

Lover’s morph into something else,

If there is falsehood beneath the waves.

They are eaten from inside and become bitter and twisted.

Such joy in the beginning;

Our fondness soon becomes our grave.

This love thing, disguised as beauty;

Just leaves us,

To become listless.

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