Desolate desert of my heart

Near and Far, beneath the grains of a fallen star,

Is the desolate desert of my broken heart,

Mixed with the broken pieces of Sterope, are the ashes of my hope.

my words, unexpressed, 

my love, unproffesed,

Her chosen's reputation, perfidious,

Her reaction, oblivious.

At every betrayal she faced, silent tears,

A slow realization of all my fears,

In the end, broken and scarred,

She disappeared.

Near and Far, searched for her in places known and obscure,

Until,

Hope shattered, prayer cruelly answered,

Her tear stained eyes held no accusations, would ask no questions, ever.

In the desolate desert of my broken heart,

My refuge of reverie, remains the compendium of her memories,

Ephemeral, the tenderness of her kiss,

Eternal, the warmth of her breath against my skin.