A true love will never die,
It will live alone, afraid sometimes;
It hurts, hurts you when love fails;
The pain, pain that you feel,
Never really ends.
No amount of words can ease
The pain of a broken, betrayed heart;
Gifted in faith of love so deep yet,
Rejected as so shallow as to be inconsequent.
Though time will ease the hopelessness you feel;
Time, the slow, sure cure of time,
Will ease and smooth and soothe and comfort;
'Till the memory gently fades.
But deep and still the memory will lie,
It will live alone, and ache sometimes.;
The sweet, sweet love that you once felt,
Will stay, stay in your heart, and
Never really die.