When Love Dies
When viewed through eyes of a clouded mist
past events seem frozen in time.
A crystal ed suit of armor;
now lies broken in pieces.
Loves far beyond the realm of touch
are now gone; and old concepts;
are but distorted images.
All of which are but reflections in some broken glass.
Protected and hidden memories;
once found and gathered;
along with other treasures;
now lie broken and scattered.
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