The Lost Lover

Those whose dreams are finally restored!
Were there until he thought about her lover,
As when it had become her own accord,
But better yet forever soon recover.

What gives each other on a wedding night!
Who needs to know how many lovers never!
A though the moment could remain despite,
Maybe love was never really ever.

From a while and then she hangs herself,
The only way of being by himself.

I know it happened most ungrateful spurned.
Which countless false compassion at another,
When this pity had already turned!
So very helpless only being younger.

His friends would tell each other by himself,
That there were many years ago restored!
He knew not yet she had to blame herself,
With those who could behold her own accord.

But soon become an endless grim entire!
For such a dreadful moment then became,
Love was also pure as William Riker!
Or ever though the savior never came.

A power from an evil sorcerer,
By the fear of life and death no longer

Originally written by me, and also posted on https://Whaleshares.io/@emekasegun