| A Most Painful Love |
Dead are my old fine hopes of love And dry my dreaming of our love This love drifted to me from some sea And now it is blown back to the depths of that same sea Love, a vain phantom in a breath passes by And I am left in the blackness to die The thorn pricks my fingers And the pain still lingers As I sit on my bleak throne I think about that past divine zone I thought his love was perfection, charming and fair But it was not; his heart was a black stream flowing over there Yet I can't stop pondering about the love that has passed And the kisses that never last I see him going with her Driving gaily in her car And seeing this, in my heart lightening flashes And then the whole world crashes I have learned that our love was a pictured fantasy With fragments of vain imagery I was only a mere pawn in his love game Without a face and without a name His love was a game created by his sway And now, blight has come upon me to lay His game is to charm every heart with wooing art And when the game ends he throws away their heart Now all I am left with is a hundred grieves and pains to bear Like the black colors that widows have to wear The remains of my love is bound in a statue of clay And that is where my trapped heart lay Every piece of my love from my heart is gone Beneath the talons of Death had fallen on and on Now in hell I reside for eternity With darkness at my side and no key Now I press my lips to the deadly urn and my life ebbs away For I know that I have nothing to learn and nothing to say My world is a vault that spins my worn life below A grinding wheel that will not let me flow So to heaven I go where I can fly Thus I say good-bye
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