what happens to the loves that were?
to the dark, stoney
dungeon of a lonely castle
the must disappear.
no mortal could forge a key
to open the gate to the dismal abyss;
fate is the only way
the loves left hanging may again live free.
a chance meeting, an unknown reminder
to an unprepared, defenseless host,
will throw the cold stone doors open
and so the loves that were will live again.
the loves from the past never die
but are buried alive and forgotten,
waiting for the day that the loves that were
become simply love again.
