The dawn will come

When love dies, it leaves an ache,

A painful void, that’s hard to shake.

The memories fade, the flame goes out,

And what was once love, is now in doubt.

            The promises made now left undone,

            The passion and fire no longer won.

            The sweet caresses, now just a memory,

            The love that once was, is now history.

The laughter and joy once shared in bliss,

Now replaced by a cold and empty abyss.

The dreams and plans, now torn apart,

The pain and hurt, a heavy heart.

             When love dies, it takes a toll,

             A heavy burden, on the soul.

             The tears that flow, the heart that aches,

             The brokenness, that never shakes.

But even in the midst of pain,

There’s hope for love to rise again.

For love may die, but it can be reborn,

And in its renewal, new love is formed.

                 So let us grieve what has been lost,

                 And trust that love will pay the cost.

                 For even in the darkest night,

                The dawn will come, and bring new light.