Frail Love

With a heart as tired and a life as empty
He tossed the last of his hopes to the sea
The breeze blew and the waters hissed
The sea was blue and the toss successive

He heard the chirps, he felt the mockery
He saw the clouds, he felt the shame
Why she left him there, like a pole so dry
Why she shut him out, with a slam so hard
Even the skies knew not

The moon did smile, the stars did twinkle
Had he looked up, ‘O had he
The faint figure just stared back like death
His faint heart made him blind like a bat
Had he just looked, ‘O had he

The poor soul, the poor guy
He thought that hearts were won by poetry and songs
The poor lad, the poor thing
He thought he would recite and she would scream “yes!”
But poetry is art, and so is love
Few people understand it, and so for the few

And the figure stared, and the figure waited
Her heart did beat, but calm she was
A man so kind, she had never met one
A man so perfect, she had never set her eyes on
But was he?

Fighting for what he wanted he could not
All she had to do was say “yes”
And he'd be through
But had she just said “yes”
It wouldn't be true

So she walked away, but not too far away
In the fair distance, she waited for him
A heartbeat away, and another away
But he did not know

Had he looked up to the sky
He would see the moon smile, and the stars twinkle
Had he looked behind
He would see the faint figure, and it would not be so faint

When love is lost, indeed it is lost
Best to make peace,
When hearts are broken
But no peace can be sought
When hearts are shattered

â“’Benie