How lovely is the falling star,Which burns so brightly in its death?
Like love's seduction at first start,
Forgotten when it's laid to rest.
And yet, so fervently you burn
Within the chambers of my mind;
I can't escape the crushing weight,
Like debt that burgeons over time.
Endured and yet unbearable,
From poverty there's no relief;
Investments garnered no return,
My only currency's my grief.
The waver, felt, in passion's rush,
A feckless flame, your love becomes;
A candle's light may warm the night,
But with the dawn, it lessens some,
And neither heats nor lightens dark,
While all is lost in shadow play –
I doubt your love when we're apart,
Suspect the lie in your embrace.
So like the star, my ardor fades,
From heart and mind, from soul and thought;
The ashes of this love remains,
But what was loved, forever lost.