And Was There Ever This One Great Love Affair?

There are aspersions in this life that cut to the bone But I am not flesh or bone to be amended or censored. I am simply a conscious being haunting a body That has, till this present moment, been craving me. But just like the contents-of-a-conch-shell, I too, Will be long gone soon, left wondering to myself, Does anybody still bother to read me? Perceive me. And was there ever this one Great love affair? Or did I-just-somehow fall on my sword? With ten thousand teardrops unforgivingly on fire With no friend or Great love affair in the end.