Broken Mirror

Love, they say is quite eternal,

Living in monuments, and cemeteries

What they say is quite fraternal

Breathing life in dead weeds

Love, they say, is an ocean of pain,

Hurdles breaking lovers apart

What they say is quite insane

It’s something that, plunders the heart

Love, they say, is a peaceful myth,

Those who believe, seldom cry,

What they say is quite a fit,

Of the beautiful hearts in which it lies.

Love, they say, is a sad nightmare

Where broken things pour down like rain,

What they say is quite a prayer

For its a nightmare you would want again.

Love, I say, is a broken mirror,

Dried up tears, a fallen tree,

What I say is quite clear,

It’s one thing that consumes me.