The Bitter Heart

A bitter heart lined with memories,
When all my searching leaves me empty
When tears become wine I will drink
And not care at all over ships that sink
No fonder love than in dream’s embrace
No more precious the eyes on a loving face
When the rage has accompanied the sorrow away
And a sweeter love is bound to stay
Don’t be angry with a lonely love
For one embrace is never enough
Someday, sometime, loneliness will call,
And no one will catch you when you fall...