THE LOST LOVER

His love was in her heart.
Her heart it was his quest.
He stole her heart and locked it, within a treasure chest.
A crystal key, beneath the sea held it locked beneath the waves.
The locked heart now rusted withstood the tidal ebb and flow.
Impenetrable, without a doubt.
Pray keep not thine precious love, locked inside said treasure chest.
He calls of sadness and of sorrow.
Rung loudly by the echo of the death bell as it tolls.
The echoes cause vibrations, that shattered what mattered.
Smashed into disrespect.
The love they shared was never a myth.
A secret so coldly discarded.
As if a bitter lemon.
All he did was take the pith.
© Livvi

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