I loved once,
Admired with desire
and longed nights and days.

Daily dreams of earthly wanderings,
forced themselves without questioning
or logic reason,
Tender love indeed.

Lost my focus or my virtue
For these feelings that
filled my heart with despair.

Can I say that now I love not?
Nay, it would be a lie.
The same impression had vanished
But the strong intent still crawls right or left blinded.

Can I say I love but more moderately?
Nay, it is no truth.
Moderately could be remotely better than not at all,
Or hate. But it is not such case.
The cuts are still fresh in a loving heart.

May I say I love with shame?
I rather not, but it is no lie,
Hopefully no truth either,
Although I dare say it is.

Shameful way of letting these hallow feelings
find their way in my fleshy heart.
Wounds its core
And leave it on the side of a plate.

Time will pass, all will say.
As always time goes by.
Even if those wounds won't hurt
My soul will never lie.

I won't forget, I will forgive
But no love as sweet or tender
could ever be mine.