We had our moments in which we learnt, <br />that hearts can be broken, beautiful flowers burnt. <br />We began to write poetry with the blood from our broken hearts, <br />And We learnt to paint masterpieces with the tears from our eyes, <br />Forgoten composers making beautiful music from painful cries. <br />I love you at the end of an era, <br />and yet i see no face in the mirror. <br />I hold you at last and still your heart is cold, <br />for even after an eternity, you are still nt mine to hold. <br />You do not love me and never can, <br />even though, darling, our hearts beat as one.<br /><br />Cupid Missed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-complete/
