Love Lost May Cost.

It's A Broken Heart Poem.

Oh, broken heart, dear companion of mine,
We mourn together, in loss we entwine.
Love lost, love gone, a cost too immense,
Now trapped in memories, forever hence.

Now trapped in memories, forever hence,
I seek solace in nature's recompense.
The fields, the flowers, the birds in their flight,
Their beauty reminds me of love's sweet delight.

Their beauty reminds me of love's sweet delight,
When life was but joy, when days were so bright.
But now in the darkness, I wallow alone,
A love once sublime, now turned into stone.

A love once sublime, now turned into stone,
Aching, and yearning, for love to atone.
Time passes, yet the pain remains the same,
In this weary heart, there's no one to blame.

In this weary heart, there's no one to blame,
Yet the cycle continues, heartache and shame.
The seasons may change, but the grief persists,
In this realm of love lost, I cease to exist.

In this realm of love lost, I cease to exist,
A ghost of a lover, a soul in a mist.
But still, I must carry on, face the day,
And hope that love's warmth will come my way.

And hope that love's warmth will come my way,
That this broken heart may mend and obey.
For even in sorrow, there's beauty to find,
In the cyclicality of love entwined.

In the cyclicality of love entwined,
There's solace in knowing that love's not confined.
Though lost loves may cost us, bring us to tears,
They also remind us of life's precious years.

They also remind us of life's precious years,
And the beauty in love that conquers all fears.
Though broken, this heart will find its own way,
And in time, heal the wounds of love's decay.

And in time, heal the wounds of love's decay,
Embracing the beauty that will come my way.
For even in loss, there's a chance to be reborn,
To find love anew, to mend what was torn.
Written By,
Ivan Edwin Pen Name--Maximus.

Author's Note

This broken heart poem describes the effects and impacts of love lost with an emotional writing touch and great affection.