Solitude, The Loneliest Feeling

Alone, The word is like a moan That chills the Spirit, Reaching, the very bone. Alone, The solitude of sorrow Blind to all tomorrow, The fragrance of Life gone The hope of intertwined hearts Becomes, the single, lonely Swan Whose purity and whiteness, Sadly scans, The limpid waters, Lost, Knowing, lovers hands, Will not again Come together, And be part of Life's Unforeseen, meaningful plan. Alone, One day the Sun Will cease to shine And tomorrow will be An empty shrine, Where all hopes and loves Will go to die, Because there's no one there, To even say goodbye.