forever was my dream of love,
forever, never thinking of
pain or anguish, malice or tease
or anything even close to these.
eternal was a host so fair
whose radiance filled the heaviest air;
it was with hope that heart was trimmed,
but hope will often find it’s end
forever trod immortal love
until it perished at hand of one;
and never did love again amass,
for heart was shattered as stained glass.