To Love Again

He promised himself to love again

with all that was left 

of his broken heart.

He knew it wouldn't be easy

but by now he knew that 

life was never easy anyways.

The anchors of broken promises,

the lost dreams weighed heavily

oh his shoulders,his soul faltered.

Some nights he would blame himself 

for overlooking the signs.

Was he too naive? or

too meekly drunk in love.

Oh love, thy merciless wrath 

took away his loving soul.

Everything that was left of him now 

was broken-cold,cold-distant .

Promises and dreams of bygones laying

amass the boulders of broken heart.

Then came she,another broken soul.

Unlike him she still weaved 

her dreams from the finest threads.

Loving again can feel weary ;difficult

but there's never an impossible love.

And there's no greater love 

than to love again.

He became her rock, she 

his dreamcatcher .He healed her

and she became his lullaby.

He promised himself to love again. 

He promised her that he would 

forget his past, shed his apprehension.

And in return she promised 

to wait, to forge their dreams together.

To the boy who's being meticulously cautious,

for all the time you let 

the grip of past grow stronger

you only keep her waiting longer.

Love is but letting your guards 

down in hope of finding

something wonderful.Why hope?

Because while there's life,there's hope.

Your past was unfair and
fear of deja vu brilliantly reasonable.

But should the fear of past 

determine thy future's  felicity. 

To feel loved is one's basic right 

don't deprive yourself of 

the la dolce vita .

and when everything else withers;

only love will keep you alive.