Love HEART

In brightest day,
In darkest night
That is the vow
To which I bow,

But I do not cry
Because my eyes are dry
She was white as a dove
Maybe I was in love.

My heart was not broken
It was just multiplied
She left in peace
But I was not in a piece.

I felt dead and alive
Like a bee away from it's hive
Will I ever love again?
Do I ever want to feel this pain?

I lock  the memories away
And I vow
Never to bow to love again.