A dead heart

Is there romance possible in this world?
It seems that the ideal of love is lost
Our hearts ill from being twisted and twirled
When love is forbidden, hearts collect frost
One insane moment follows another
Insanity fills time and numbs the pain
All time filled as the heart descends further
Silence banished, as the heart goes insane
The heart is silenced, not allowed to speak
Joy and passion dies, dreams are forgotten
Finally it all turns mortally bleak
For the heart dies, its space becomes rotten
Could God create a new and living heart?
Or does all hope and love from us depart?

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