In life the pain you'll regret, as much as the love you'll forget. Mark my words, pain you'll hate, and love you'll know. In time they both feed what we learn to grow.
To not know ruin, is to not accept love... Never speak of the above. I share with you, what you'll not accept, but in dark times learn to regret. The knowledge of, can bear fruit. More oft' than not, a sad pursuit.
The heart breaks, to feel it amend. The discontent, above we send.
On wings of angel we doth sow, our prayers to God for him to know.
May they be answered, may they be not. A thing of beauty; love, even wrong for naught.