When Poets Cry.

Love lost is more Than painful In this ill, And lonely world, Love is sole Consolation, Life's greatest gift, Deserved. I loved you More than life Itself, words That you never Heard, Regrated, my mistake So many times! Past regrets So, very blurred. And now, I cry with tears That can't be Heard, Because there is No way That I can find you, Nor can I let you Know The way I feel. When poets cry There's something That is tragic, For only verse can Transfer Deepest pain From life-long Wounds That in your heart Make life, so hard To accept, That there are loves That will not ever be, The same, again.