The night reminds me that there lay a hole in my heart.
A dark aching patch which once was filled with joyous laughter and pride.
Pride for being gifted with loving her.
I shall never not love her.
How could I?
For my heart beats only for her.
In days of futures past the love will still be genuine.
Love is not a mere word. Although, some may believe.
It well may be a physical part of that which we are made of.
So, I shall shed these tears.
For they are mine.
They shall gather as a pool of joyfulness and sorrow in the dark hole within my heart.
And I will smile.
And remember when it was love …..
At first sight.