Movement 2-Lento
Dark shadows drift across a dying sun
And hide the light from hearts still needing warmth.
In summer’s light their two hearts beat as one
In winter’s cold, harsh wind blew from the north
And chilled the fire that flowed between the friends.
Hearts torn asunder, left to bleed and die.
They long to love again and make amends
But hardly have the strength enough to try.
Resounding thunder echoes, bringing doom
In hearts as shattered as a broken glass.
And etched upon the stone above love’s tomb
Are these last words spoken before the blast.
“Your heart from mine was never torn through strife
But now we’re torn apart for this long life.”
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