Never Ending Story
Subjected to the emptiness of life,
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,
a mournful dirge grieves for my broken heart.
And an eternity of teardrops fall;
tethered to dreams that slowly drift apart.
At the bottom of a self-pity pit,
all traces of hope tend to fade away.
But love is a never-ending story;
and happy endings occur every day.
I'll never stop looking for my soulmate;
and pray my soulmate is looking for me.
For I believe that love is eternal,
and time, one day, will set all my doubts free.
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